You Stand
directly across
the kitchen table
reflection blurred
on the silver

dancing
with the flicker
of flames against your back
your shadow moves
faster

Do Not
saturate the air
with the melting sensation
of voice
it is already
too loud

perhaps the dog
chewing the laces
of stiff leather
will understand
your growls

I Am Mute
before you
because I see
the portrait
you once lived in



you belong in



You sit
directly across
the kitchen table
crystal clear view
of my empty
chair