No Longer with You

Summer is hard, because I remember

hours in lawn chairs sitting

and discussing countless ideas for listening

that I now never hear from you.

Fall is hard, because I remember

your crispy-popcorn candy roasting

and baking chocolate pudding pies for eating

that I now never taste from you.

Winter is hard, because I remember

soundly built hearth fires burning

and selecting fresh Christmas trees for adorning

that I now never feel with you.

Spring is hard, because I remember

chicken eggs marked for hatching

and mothering mares birthing foals for watching

that I now never see with you.

April and May wept, because I remember

brother with me twice burying

and smelling cut daffodils atop dark dirt for sleeping

that she now forever lays in with you.

Scent is a ninja, with bottled

sense memories like throwing stars injecting

your fermented spirits into our being

that nevermore lives with either of you. 

        ~Volpini Amentum Arete Anemone