still life

still life

walking an empty pathway

filling poignant silences

with nervy nonsenses

in a pool of darkness

between two lampposts’ yellow light

Rebekah put a finger to my lips

held my face between her palms

kissed me. said she loved me –

she could never stop loving me

but she would never be free.

she wiped tears from her face

and wiped tears from mine.

at home I pulled my curtains tight

against moonlight and the creeping dawn

and woke, my belly filled with morning.