Your eyes are not the sea
They are parked, like oil slicks
Between crisp margins
Depthless but beautiful
Under the canary yellow
Light of a migratory sun
************
I have reread all your letters
In search of departure but
There is nothing in the grace of
Your feline syllabary to betray
You and nothing in your tears,
As you hurried across the
Threshold into the votive
Light of artificial moons,
To suggest that it was
Ever an absence of love
**********
Sometimes I peel your fliers
From bulletin boards like the
Rinds of oranges but there is
No sweetness in a smile that
Will never again rest against
My own
**********
The widow in apartment 16
Is still threading shadows
Into the feathers of carrion
We drink our tea on the
Balcony in the chrysalis
Of unwashed blankets
Side by side every
Morning. She still wears
A starlet red negligee
Underneath her bathrobe
(I bet shes beautiful when
she sleeps)
**********
Lately I have been hoping to
Catch a messenger pigeon
I know that you are alone
I know the faces of all the
Girls who want to belong
To you, those girls with
Smiles like glass, I can’t
Bring myself to hate them
(but sometimes their
too nice)
***********
Morpheus no longer brings
Sleep, only open-eyed
Nightmares, I lie awake
Every night, face down,
Wondering where you are
(Your absence doesn’t
feel at all like freedom)
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In the first poem she isn’t calling Sean shallow she is saying that his goals are very focused so he doesn’t get off track a lot and that his emotions are generally on the surface. I decided to go with a journal since she has never spoken in any of the other stories.
This submission is for
mindlovemisery 