mourning as in morning

mourning as in morning

the morning after

I take a pill

but you’re not gone

from my body

from my mind

 

deuil as in deux

two, the two of us

split, rift

in two different times and spaces

me in my double bed

you in your single coffin

I have space for you

you have none for me

 

grief as in gris

gray, gray matter

your death inscribed in me

in my brain

my identity

your death is me

I am your death

we are one again

inside my memory

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