I’d have liked to have heard those tinkling bells through the ether while at the kitchen sink behind me from another room As I have before
I wish that you would haunt me, That I would see the motion of a darkened blur out of the corner of my eye Or hear your feet upon the hallway floor boards
I remember when as of late I would pass by and you’d reach out to stretch or say don’t go I’d hold your hand and say I’m coming right back
Now I look at my bed to find you I touch the blankets and the other tumbled bedclothes Here and Here But you’re gone Just sleek emptiness
I remember this well from before Of standing in dark closets breathing in and out stale papers and linen over-crisp the scent of solitude and Memory Of what never happened and never will.
Where are you? I would cry how is there no trace left? No butterfly a-lights or pennies appear on sidewalks that I roam No hummingbird flitters before me to dash away No breeze rustles through the palm tree fronds as if to say hello, I am here always
You’re not in the bathroom or in a chair I can’t hear you cry for me in the dark Or touch my face at two a.m. I hope that you still love me I hope I never hurt you and that’s why you’re Gone.