day of the locusts

17 Years Later

the swell of organ,

like from a church, but coming
from
behind your pooled brown eyes

turned blue,
the day i left you
for good,

standing
in that courtyard, like a graveyard,

alone,
just you

and
the swell of cicada
like a swarm of locusts
devouring the sound

of my last goodbye,

leaving you
waiting
to this
day
year after
year

for my return.