Everyday

By Ella Bowler

She is instilled into everyday life.

Lilac skies

are her pale bruised thighs

and her starry eyes

are embedded among it.

The wind reminds me of her slumber,

for in its whistle I hear her murmur

and snore and toss and talk softly to me.

How it would soothe me.

In these moments, I forget

I indulge in the past,

remembering the love I once had

for Her