(Dedicated to Rebecca)
The shadow you see
is the shadow of me
gliding through eternity,
in the forgotten clothes carelessly
dumped in the attic,
in the homeless fountain pen
building a shack among ruined memories,
In the wine glass kissed nowadays by stranger lips
The kitchen cabinets,where once
love was the food stored,
in the dimples crying in the
yawning nurse’s lap,
in the flowers overlooking your
bedroom,the bed,the pillows,
The breath,always borrowed.
The shadow was always there dear,
You were just too busy to notice it.
I might be dead, but you have never
made me feel so alive before.