Monday Morning:

The bed is light
I hear your
whisper before I wake.

Can I listen
for a moment
before you disappear?

I draw your outline
on the sheets
in black marker.

I light candles
and hold them tightly;
they burn the
tips of my fingers
black…

I want to call you
and ask you to
wrap your lovely thighs
around this lonely world,

but pushing buttons
is too painful.