I cannot exist in the
noise of
heavy
breathing.
Nght exits.
The wrinkle of sheet, the
impress of thick tuned
air waits a turning away.
If you don't find me at the
stair know that I loved you.
That the movement of crowds
turned me away
that I saw you wave tonight
to the woman whose
@
Wore your name.
Caroline Shank
April 9, 2023
Written for a contest.