For J., On Falling Again

A Sonnet

Photo by Thanh Tran on Unsplash

You put your heart to sleep, buried the spark
that flashed like flame before the Reaper dropped;
accustoms to the pulse-less heavy start
that filled your heart when all the planet stopped.

Bedecked in widows’ webs, bent low in grief,
time comes to fill your chest like Novocaine,
so petrified with the…