Indigo-Trapped Silence Poem by francesca zumbo

Indigo-trapped silence
I am unfolding day by day
Unraveling, traveling, where have you gone?

My memories are dreams
Your face is a picture
Wind at my back
Body fragile
Veins tense
Eyes wet

You have disappeared
You are no more
I am standing on the hardwood
Trying to recapture the last image
The last word
The last sound
You made before we parted

Hands out, wide to the side of me
If I leave them there long enough
Maybe you will come and rescue the palms
And enclose them in yours
And wrap yourself around me
And I will rebuild this broken temple
This shattered, unnatural state
Will become like a dropp of rain on every blade of grass
Among all the fields in every country
Where sun is erected and blessings are whispers

I want to feel warm again
I miss your eyes
And I know that one glance could turn me soft
Like a flower at birth
I would like to release upon you the color of my soul
And wash away this deep-seated blue
You have a way of purity about you
And I miss you.