In the quiet of the room,
I suddenly hear the faucet, a stubborn leak, you said
And left it to fate to be fixed
Like we could exist on magic alone
But now it’s a reminder …
Of something left undone
A rush of warm air hits my back
(I close my eyes and you are here)
The man in Apartment 43 says
Heavy winds expected and would I like help to
Tie the garbage cans tight
I can’t imagine accepting some other hands
Even on something as stupid as the waste
But we know you wouldn’t have thought of this anyway
We’d laugh at the scattered pop tart wrappers
The morning after the storm,
The proof you really ate the entire box
(I close my eyes and you are here)
I m supposed to be at work at 9 am
But I swear at the traffic light I got lost watching
A leaf fall from the power line
A sign it had to be from you to me
How rude, can’t the person behind understand
It’s a message
A slight pressure on my left hand
(I close my eyes and you are here)
They honk and honk,
But I keep my face scrunched
Please please I whisper, but it is always the same
And the thing is
the thing is.
Thing is.
Closed or open
You are alive and I am dead.
Inspired by Sylvia Plath
Mad Girl’s Love song
03/23/21
(I open my eyes and you are gone)