to remember, to keep you in death
I swallowed seeds of forget me nots
and held my breath as they grew
ghostly within my haunted
garden of gloom

overgrown and overtaken by 
weeds, swollen with sickness 
and grief unrelenting, a prisoner
in my darkened room

I was, by your shadow consumed
as if I had died too, had forgotten 
how to live and now all I want is
to be free of every empty memory of you
and breathe

Words and Art ©Debbie Berk 2019