I wish I could grieve for you

but you are a fading memory,

a ghost that still breathes

and whose profligate, reckless heart

still beats somewhere…

 

still, against his ribcage and in such a way

that each time I hear it

deep down in my D.N.A. I experience

an anger unbecoming

for what you have done

and the dark seeds of despair find a way

to nestle and take root

uncontrolled and unregulated

as I remember all that is between us,

blood and soul,