Tuesday, May 24, 2022

dream of the dead


In the dream,

you watch the house

of two stories

(up, down, yours, ours)

empty.

He

doesn't linger,

not once,

not even a glance.

You above

it all,

as only an eye,

want to cry out,

turn back everything -

the words, the lost kisses.

 

He's left the ring,

the thing that was his, 

that was ours,

on the stairs.