two months after we slept on the field

Two Months After We Slept on the Field

I hope you take a walk there
and that you bring your girl there
like we used to walk the pathway
and stumble though the back way

I hope you see my ghost there
lying in the grass there
sleeping next to you, dear
when you wanted me near

and I hope you see a stain, there
on your palm, below your fingers,
where it slid across my cheekbone
to bring my lips to your own

then you’ll gaze into her eyes there
and wish that it was me there
with my arms around your waistband,
my hair below your right hand