First Person Singular

For instance he may be living another life beside the life
he lives beside you.

This is not mere word play.

You want to believe you are beautiful 
because it’s too much to behold 
every morning, the mirror crying back 
Loss        Loss        Loss

Some mornings he stands there beside you.
You long for him to say 
Let me lay my bones beside yours.
Let our skulls lie together, 
let the whisper of wind & insect
be nothing between us, let rain 
be nothing, dirt, stones.

But why expect him to hear
the longing in your bones. 

Lynne Knight | Skull & Moon
Contents | Mudlark No. 62 (2017)