Trigger Warning
twenty years ago
a handwritten note
no real explanation
my heart broken
yours not beating
all that remains
are ghostly fingers
stroking my face
as I try to sleep.
I desire more!
I want you alive
warm in my arms
making love as
two women should
breathlessly intimate
not wrapped in a shroud
rotting in a grave
somewhere in Canada
disguised as still art
body morphing into
atoms and molecules
without me.