Sunday, December 5, 2021

I've grown used to absence--yours husband

I’ve grown used to absence--

           yours husband.  The clock

       has not stopped since 

you and I sat 

under this patch of sky

             I move around in 

without 

          our quiet conversation.


Now and then your face hoots

through me as a train

       waking up an empty station.


And though it does not stop

        you are once again 

in the picture--you are

       the depot of the life I led

 before this one.


And then 

I return to my day.



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