Disintegration
At the end of the world, I sat in the dark waiting for you,but you didn’t come. You didn’t save me.
At the end we are always alone, candles slowlyburning out, losing the flame for lack of oxygen.
You didn’t tell me it would be like this. All of itcame back to me so clearly, shadows on the walls
playing out scenes from my childhood, from our wedding,from days when I was full of hope. Every tree I planted,
every animal I ever loved. I wasn’t as weak as I thought.There was enough for this. The waves rolled in and out
at midnight, and there was a wild wind. I thought: I willgo out with the wind. Under my feet the ground was shifting.
I couldn’t feel my feet. The stars were bright but there was…
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The American Poetry Review (Digital) - 1 Issue, May/June 2023