Wednesday, July 22, 2009

For My Husband On His Death

and so I
dance alone
waltzing to the sound
the faint melody
of your breath
the voice in my head
that says
it's ok darling
but here
in the quiet night
the darkness
no longer
a stranger
I peel off my body
slipping out
circling over
waiting for your soul
to hold out
the unseen hand
and bring me home