the call wasn’t made.
typing, deleting, retyping,
and finally, definitely discarded,
the texts all had just a plea –
please come back! – but none was sent.
i count the hours you spent trying to sleep.
it’s obvious from the little flags of terror you leave for me in Facebook.
yet i know, never more clearly,
you are gone, there’s no us,
we are unlearning each other,
taking a crash course in being strangers.
– desired, loved, cherished-
looked out of my mirror
at beauty ; eternal, sudden.
I was sitting here in my hidden throne,
waiting for you to kiss me awake.
But when your kiss came, it was not enough.
I am not ready to leave my cocoon.
there’s an us-shaped patch of uncrushed grass,
an ant platoon scurrying on unharmed,
a spider’s net set with dewy diamonds,
that my lazy fingers haven’t torn yet.
a bird cooing, self-satisfied idiot.
when, it should have been me, my sound.
and an evening sun waxing flame,
a weak copy of my afterglow.
shrouded in lupine folds,
Red Riding Hood sleeps.