lightning bolts of sorrow
knowing he’s neither here
nor there my new life
making my way through drifts
wondering if he’s only
in my heart does he die again
when I die are we heartless
holding hostage
those we most want to see
in the flesh leaving fresh
prints on a water glass
precious as the glyphs
of gulls and sandpipers
Published in the December 15, 2017 issue: View Contents
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