I heard you speak the word…married.
My mind froze. My heart stopped.
I couldn’t breathe as it entered my body
cutting out the space where you used to be.
Excised with no anesthetic.
Will it still be there tomorrow?
There is no tomorrow.
I didn’t die, but we did;
taking time away with no reprieve of the past,
leaving me disfigured, severed.
Like the last time.
Love no longer has your face or body
to invade my dreams.
Now your memory has a fence around it. An inner: No!
Irreparably, it cannot be otherwise; because it is.
It already is.