the one where you’re not there.
You’ve called the wedding off, or perhaps
it was never on to start with. Either way
I’m staring at the ring on my finger
and choking on your absence.
I’m looking you up online and when
I find out you’ve got another partner
I want to puke. Or perhaps we’re at
a party or something, but all I can see
is the back of your head and the way
you’ve pinned your hair, the way
you know I love. Then I heave so hard
I wake myself up. Morning begins
to brush the room, and the heap beside me
is you. And please believe me what I say
I’m thankful for it all – those whispers
in my ear telling me what I have,
what I hold, and what I stand to lose.
