linger

My back against the crumbling wall
I ponder, window open, glass broken
Where the grass gently sways
And brings the beetle to drink dew
Somewhere the wind rustles
Leaves, dead, blow it around, brownish grey
Some decayed, some plain dry
The wind whistles me a haunt
Over the wall, dry moss
In memories, nails of bygone rains
That stand, on the wall, having eaten into it
It still bears them, blind love
When the wind blew cold that night
You wanted me to hold you
Ihe heart visionless, my infancy
I have wept, since you left