Monday, April 5, 2021

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