The rocks do not know your name any longer
like the sound of fleeing feet.
Dear Martha Payne from a year ago
I sought your face in the ray of the future sun,
nothing shone in your eyes like death
piercing the wind that called from afar.
Dear Martha Payne from a year below
I miss your smile, love and dance under the wine.
It leaves me a page blank to the memories I cannot stare
some are with age
a timeless story for muddled waters.
It bears the name of my tears
sometimes it carries my blood too.
Dear Martha Payne from today
your eyes shall hall the pain in a sea of tears
for the part you ripped out with my name,
I forgive your absence if you choose to die me name.
I wouldn’t want for your joy to be like Martha Payne.