I lay outspread
like Mary on the cross
gripping you to me
writhing
crying
forgetting it all again
till the next moment I
feel
Something close to real
again.
crying
running
I’ll get
out before
anyone can stop me
leave this earth
by dissolving into
the
dirt
decomposing
like a dead tree’s
poem to god
It was 2016
near the end
when I screamed
for you to leave
then wept
when you
were gone.
