The twins

There is no solace
In returning to
your grave.
You are not there.
And you did not rise
as Christ did to save me.

You rose to save yourself
from the suffocating,
from the madness,
from the numbed anger,
from the lover
you would not tame.

And now,
I bend as a gnarled
ghost haunting
your tomb.
I see nothing but
a hollow hallway
lined with your smile
and my spirit.

If I leave them there,
they will pull me
always, back to
this void of you.
So I will gather them
like twins and
carry them until
they can stand each
on their own.

Until then,
Your smile
belongs to my

And my spirit
belongs to the corners
of your lips.


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