20 Poem by Britt Veloso

Twenty years here and it seems.
All you left me was a dream
It's fallen and risen in strokes of gold
I've leaned in, smelled death
It's getting old
Time is following the rabbit
Someone stop it here and grab it
Dreams are sinking in the mud pit
Someone clip them before it does stick
Twenty years ago today
You left me with a mind
We know now that those times left
Are here to be made and at rest
I wait for the day all I will say
Is how have I loved without this day