Every eaten word
tasted like
sugar of her name
and my intestines
were ant bitten
like old nibbles
on a loved skin.
Packed suitcase
of cracked
photo frames.
forced a farewell
at the weeping door.
Footsteps faked knocks.
A weary wind
resonates with
her blowy voice.
untying strands
of her ghost’s hair
in my haunted mind.
Head bent in shame.
Heart hung too,
in the noose of pain.
