And when his sorrow broke
the pictures fell from the wall.
From memory
he drew her.
The hair he braided while she slept.
The fingers that skimmed his.
The red lips he kissed
everywhere
sleeping and awake
places unknown
in dreams.
Then he loosened the knot
to let her go.
And she soared
to become spring.
A distant field
evergreen
that keeps him young.
Colleen Sohn
