Honeylemon

Introspection with guitar.
Honey, and lemon.
Half-awake with sickness.

Fever dreaming that burned out in a minute--
Seeing that sigil traced fire in your eyes
and burnt water on the stove
in a tea attempt.

I was ringing her up with no answer
until I remembered that she was dead.
Someone else's line
on cue
cut in.

We can find her, you and I, yesterday
when summer was here
and she was here
and we went swimming in the lake
getting sunburnt all over.

But

You'll never try
because you'd rather write about her
than bring her to life.