[5 Years Gone] a poem

For H.S.


-she’s still there,

After 5 years has diminish,
fled into the night as disarmed daylight

Children given to another man,
her womb fraught and tarnish

I kiss only now- the ghost,

The pillow, a perfume in the
haunting breeze-
-she passes




Dontrell Lovet't
from, [Self Portrait]