Poem | Ennui


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: 

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