crashing agony eclipse

my contrived perception, beg mercy

the night his hand played at the back of my hair

a car was waiting

it should feel natural to miss him

but we’ve had such little time

a shadow’s breath

tea kettle mist, a dampness

soon absorbed—gone …

strangers waited in the car, they didn’t notice

that damp to the air

He meant to say something

in the bruised, blue coming car lights

I quailed, ducked my head against

a blistering fury, took off my coat on a

winter’s night, for his heat

and watched him move away

to eclipse my heart again

feeling him gone

missing

him