Everytime I shut my eyes there you are
your sad blue eyes looking back at me from the mirror
You never really go away
you linger like smoke after the fire,
we said goodbye, and still my heart
hangs heavy with the memory of your smile
weighs heavier still when for a moment
you’re in the room with me.
I don’t know what manner of exorcism
might liberate my stupid heart
but I often seek it.
I draw my heart onto the waiting pages
in hopes that some figure some combination of words
might set me free from your cold dead hands.
Nevertheless, I light a candle,
and whisper your name in my prayers
despite it all.
Maybe when the sun rises again
it will have been beautiful.