It came on a day when the sun was hot and bright
And filled the sky with salt and sorrow,

It came on a day when the tomatoes
were red and sumptuous, ready for plucking.

It came on a day when green leaves turned brown
And the vine hardened, snapping under their weight.

It came on a day when skin once firm and inviting
Became loose like the skin on an old woman’s arm.

It came on a day when that sweet citrus scent
Became musty like curtains and dust floating by the window.

It came on a day when spring rains stopped falling
And the earth swallowed it all into her belly.

We were lovers eating and drinking until the cup was dry,
Those aquifers waited  for wells we never dug. 

We turned to dust, blown away in the wind.
We are not even buried here.