effulgence

Things are going to change for the better

Sometimes, I wonder.
I wonder about
the names you chase
in the untamed meadows
that field your mind;
names whose gentle,
emerald stalks hold
curved lilacs in spring,
mauve and sweet;
names you've spent
quilting with a certain
daydream quality
for your tattooed heart,
hereafter, stretched,
bent, bending still—
my heart—
you've thrown,
you've forgotten,
you've brushed aside
for another.