Five

Five by Faye McCray I am in the dirt this Wednesday. My hair is sprouting leaves. My fingers are burrowed and moistening. Mud coats my knees.   I am digging to hear you plainly again I last heard you five years ago I know if I dig deep enough,   I will still hear your echo.   We’ve been five years sullied. Our roots in mounds of pain. As if joy is the exception To deaths dark shadow on your name.   I am in the dirt this Wednesday. My hair is sprouting leaves. To forget how you left us. To remember how you breathed.    © Faye McCray  
Love and Light,
Faye