i stand alone


i stand alone in a room
empty doorway in
empty doorway out
blue carpet
gray walls
no chairs
white flowers in black ceramic pots
a skirted table
i can’t remember the color of the skirted cloth
polished mahogany box
free of adornment
set on the skirted table
whose skirted cloth color I can’t remember
i’m alone
yet I’m not the only body in the room
two bodies
skin head arms legs face hands feet hair nose fingers eyes lips
two faces that look so much alike
mirrors of each other
one younger
one older
the same high cheekbones
the same full lips
the same almond shaped eyes
the same blood embodied in veins
one flowing and warm
one still and cold
a heart that no longer beats
a heart that is broken, yet still beats
my heart
i stand alone in a room
with tears streaming
i caress her soft cheek
and say one final goodbye


as no one ever has


The ocean breeze
flows up the hills
rustling the leaves
bringing with it saltiness
that crusts my cheeks Continue reading