Memorial

There was a time
When I felt the dust
Your boots kicked up on my skin
And Your voice sang in me
Like a whisper.
But now you hide
Behind dim rooftops and the noise
Inside
And your face is one of many.
There was a time
When Your words were echoes
Of my scribbles in the silence
And my tears fell on Your fingers
Caught and bottled by You.
No more now,
When the rain and the sun soak through me
Drowning out your songs.
I used to see Your blood
In every leaf and tree,
Every smile of a stranger
Shadowing the scream of another,
I smelled Your scent in mine
Back when I loved You.
Now your blood fades into the red
Of lipstick, scars and short dresses,
Wars and wounds worlds away
From nails and sacrifice.
Now you slip through the sand
Of a love with no name
But my own,
A memorial of who I was when
I was Yours.