at the theatre,
a man sits in front of me
and i ache at how my view will be obstructed
then i notice the
shape of it:
how the hair is mostly gone
and the ears are a little large.
inexplicably, or maybe explicably,
it reminds me of
Thomas.
who is gone, those cells that spread through the
spine.
the thing that hurts about seeing that motif of his head,
is how i never said
i love you,
and i could have