That evening...

after the operation  
you delirious
my heart torn apart
wearing robes of despair
o so heavy my desolation.

Walking through town
I pass train stations
where homeless children sleep
...wild flowers plucked
from gardens of grief.

You are conjured up in
my mind as trees draw
your face over tops of trees
blossoms of trees
your fabulous face.

Somehow we must
continue to live
in this mutilated world
but for today how lost
I am without you.