the girl wasn't right in the head
he searched for why she left
trying to fill the hole dug by love
but failing as only he could
occasionally still smelled her hair
see how her left eyelid twitched
when he touched her wrist
the ghost of her unblinking stare
always trapping him where he stood
he saw signs of her in everything
cloud formations bird calls
leaf litter nocturnal footfalls
took to not eating or sleeping
in case he missed something good
she never did see fit to come back
to him and their mud brick shack
they found him kneeling over a flower
as though praying but quite dead
his head bent toward her cross of wood
© shaun patrick green 2011
delicious Shaun
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