A Silent Goodbye: for Elizabeth

twenty years ago

a handwritten note
no real explanation

my heart broken
yours not beating

all that remains
are ghostly fingers

stroking my face
as I try to sleep.

I desire more!

I want you alive
warm in my arms

making love as
two women should

breathlessly intimate
not wrapped in a shroud

rotting in a grave
somewhere in Canada

disguised as still art
body morphing into
atoms and molecules
without me.

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