insignia.

you are still a proposal

left dangling loose, often forgotten

you are caught by

a springtime afternoon

and here I am

you are light filtering

through this untidy room

there are remnants of you

in hours I lie awake

reinventing an existence

recapitulating the movements

of shadows

reevaluating it all, again

you are a fiber in this sweater

a flitting smear of red in the bushes

outside of this window,

always outside

and here I am,

here I am

ice melted, a pool

at the bottom of my glass 

© 4.4.2014 heather brager