You’re a phantom now

psychosis in my sleep

 

I rant & rave, wake

(no Buddhist still)

 

& wish we’d never been.

 

The years have blurred

your face your smile

 

a livid scratch,

& my idea of hell

 

to spend eternity

in dream

 

battling you.

 

 

Cherry tree

copper beech

 

red red leaf

blood gash:

 

kaleidoscope

of autumn.

 

Moving toward

moving away

 

still centre

holograph

 

perfection

 

Room vibrates

with absence

 

rings timbre

of without.

 

I packed & taped

the wind of change

 

wrapped it round

an empty space

 

the next phase.

 

Outside the season

weeps;

 

a path of golden

leaves,

 

leads onward.