monday of the angel

i.

early in the morning

we go looking for tombs

                                        as one does

or perhaps what i really mean is

i am looking for fresh words

for the mouth is a grave

and full of stones

ii.

in the afternoon

we take a walk
                         as one does

or rather, i take a walk

we no longer walk together

it saves us arguments

                                    perhaps
but the stories become smaller

and the signs obscure

i miss our meals

together

iii.

in the night

i am filled with waiting

i light the candles

i should like to see an angel

one day

              or should i say, again?

it’s been so long

since i’ve received

a message from you