Last Apparition

 

What appears is not what lives:
in darkness, in my home, in the night
your form

appears to me again,
robust and broad across the long bedroom wall
as though an insect pinned
for display.

I was never
the person likely to save you.

We seem to know this of each other.
You are dead. And I still have my living things to do.

 

Jensen’s Living Things Shopping | Cruel World | Matter | Remains | Last Apparition

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