paradise lost

in my head

your face is blurred

as always

it’s not that

I don’t want

to remember

I do –

- but can’t

I put cucumber

on my eyelids

trying to preserve

the images of the day

I leave post it notes

on the lamp posts

when I walk home

I sing to myself

our conversations

and the lack of them

your name is the one

I write on the back

of the motel bible

together with Jesus

you stand for my sins

and oh Christ...
at the dawn

I still can’t recall

your faces