Free Among the Dead

I thought I was your Sauvignon

And not your lukewarm Perrier.

You left me with no cap

Screwed on,

Unbubbled,

Flat.

The breathless promises,

The written letter,

Soften under rainfall,

Shredded by the splinters,

Tender knuckles

Slid across the windowsill.

I saw your picture

From a time you cared for me,

Maybe believed you loved.

You dared to kiss the air

Since I was absent.

I've never seen your eyes

So wickedly consuming since.

I wasn't even there.

I crawled from under,

Free among the dead

And never to return.

Despite your cruelly

Constant echo,

But still,

When midnight breezes blow my hair

Like slender fingers tousling,

I stare at certain moons

And remember

And relent.

- 3/10/25