Dark Bloom

dark bloom

and some of us will never find love
or worse, will find it and lose it

there was poetry in her haunted guitar
rites of spring in her straw hair

there she is in grainy black and white

she cured me
of my special hatred

dissolved the echo from my broken lens
righted my stolen halo

later,
much later, after she’d left
her true gift bloomed within me
when I discovered
it was not the world that was broken

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~ by 15wattLasVegas on June 28, 2013.