Kuriosities

Psyche By Proxy (an independence day tableaux of morning repentance)

i wanted to peek
the candle glow at midnight upon
your sleeping skin, to know that
you were you, to silent watch
the flicker of dreams
cross your lids, to cup
them in my hands, the way
you held mine
just here.

i wanted to peek
because i knew, because the
sheets were still warm with your
presence at dawn when
I woke alone. again.

i wanted, i want
the candle smolder held aloft
my wish whispered, spilled careless
from my lips, the hiss of
wax drops as you fell back
fell away
forevermore
forevermore 

I wanted… 

the sea holds my heart
holds the candle that still smolders with shame
rocks them tenderly to sleep, each night
pickled in brine and patience
each dawn the sun struggles
to pierce the weight of your
absence. to find the task that
earns your return.

forgive me.
forgive me.
forgive me. 

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