The loss of you is acute:
sense of time distortion.
My brain knows you are still alive-
still moving through your daily life
But inside my heart
You have died.
I move through your funeral inside the
house of my body,
I see you laid out, unmoving with eyes
Lightning flash and you are twisting
beneath the sheets,
You are smiling on the couch,
resting your hands on my inner thigh,
Cat-calling me as I walk down your
And there you are in a suit, stiff and still
with coffin walls to contain your spirit-
Just me to sit and wait
Wondering what the priest inside me has
What comfort he will bring.
That lightning flash,
and you are grinning in my driveway,
opening my door,
kissing my lips like you’ve never kissed
The loss of you is omnipresent,
You have died
And I cannot resurrect you.