Faye McCray

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.

Love and Light,

Faye

Faye McCray