When rage clings to my bonesand sets my senses humming,something deep within breaks freebeneath the weight of guilt’s fast…
Do not eat the sweets it took you hours to prepareand place in pretty lines across a festive tablesoon laid bare.
Woven between weeks and daysand in and out ofmonths thatmoved like minutesexist the many ways we lived and lovedand carried fragile rays…
Your name is always perched upon my lipthe way a timid birdtries to settle upona too-thin wire.
The flicker of almost fear I feltas atoms swirled in tandemwith the sight and sound of you,wrapped in this lazy…