Lost

It poured tears,
drenching skin,
from the weeping whales
that floated through space
and time alone knew them well.

25 years,
25 years, 
25 years,
Ive known you,
then lost you
dear one,
with tumors and
in chemical type fires,
but feel your presence
in the ethers,
even yet.

Could I not just go
to wonderland
and stay forever,
please?
This earth makes my
spirit weary.
Without top hats
and coffee toasts
in my periphery,
oh fuck,
how to grind my teeth
hard enough to bare it.