Exquisite shells cover the floor!
I step barefoot on small remnants of your last visit
diaries written in your cryptic hand that remain hidden in your cupboard
all got thrown out except these daunting shells
folded notes inside boxes from a world within your room that once
revolved around a small fluttering existence.
Will you come when there is none else to be found?
when the water is low, when the tide turns?
Will you smile from afar with transparent eyes
your voice remotely strained,
in the unfinished space where your footsteps are real
and you laugh and whimper in high tide?
Your shadow hunts me in your absence and talks to me
It takes hold of my shoulders and shakes me.
I whisper in its ear and take its hand
but it has no body
I leave it treats
guiding it back into the real world but it gets lost.
I reach for its child hand but you have gone away.
You let go of my hand.
there you are and I
will always be waiting for you in the car listening to “Stuck in a Moment You Can’t Get Out Of”
across the Atlantic.