Many A Sunset

Many a sunset has graced my heart in your absence. 
More than once. 
Has the wind sat on my skin in solidarity. 
The rain on my palm and tip of my tongue is more than occasional. 
The bristle of grass and soles sunk in soil is often recurring. 
I was told to use my unbroken reflection in the lake as a remedy. 
Just as earth knows to repair itself. 

Shall it resurrect me.










- Tis' all. 
Hermenia P.