Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Marie has gone

Everytime I called her Marie
like her longgone love used to
she laughed and advised me to have a baby
also made me promise to tell her first
when I have someone to marry

now
her vase in the living room, flowerzgone
her smiling face, laughters
countless ditties linger
in the waters of our minds
grandmazgone

2 comments:

Jason Gusmann said...

melancholy and sweet - the use of "z" usually makez me crazy but here it's useful and somehow appropriate

Maxine said...

I love this poem - wistful. But I'm not sure about the z though??