There is joy in imagining

The way your family’s home

Shuttered in the Nevada wind

The dreams that frightened you as a child:

Clowns with wicked appearances,

Of great white owls swooping down at you

Or of the tragic car accident

And of the field scene with your grandmother…

            All this time, I’ve neglected, you

            Have gone on and spoken

            You’ve combed your dark hair

            Tidying after intimate affairs

            You’ve smiled your swimming emerald eyes

            Made it seem as if you, for once,

            Might have truly felt something

For days passed into months,

Going on without a second thought

And I see I have fallen

It’s truly terrifying, as I realize

I have already given you my heart

While you still hide yours

These feels are approaching an end

As I remain surrounded in bed sheets

Watching, listening, waiting

Lying between the sharp draw of overkill

And the thin line of dismissal