Big Tent's Gong Poems - new-to-you Gong Poem Day 4

from rob mclennan's wild horses, poem 'the girl from abbotsford' (borrowed the line - "I am holding your taste like a verb on my tongue")

your leaving scars me still

two years one month four days

i waken, my hand on your pillow

still lonely for your warmth

your cat curls at my feet

but is still not my cat does not

purr ever — awaits your return

i continue to lose weight

food does not interest me

nothing does really –

i am holding your taste

like a verb on my tongue

afraid to swallow your tense

i wonder how long it takes

for wounds to fully heal
if scars ever fade

perhaps they are all

that keep me here remind

me of you that i was loved