the cobwebs in the
moonlight
snatched her up while she
was sleeping
we didn't see her for
months

she fed on dust
& old photographs
when she rose she looked
more beautiful than
she ever
had


bathed in silver
& memory


she never forgot her place
in the line of
the earth
& every whimper kept me
tethered to her tears


in the winter she was lost
again




this time it's been for
years