March 10, 2016

Cheri L. R. Taylor

HALF HEARTED

crashing agony eclipse
my contrived perception, beg mercy
the night his hand played at the back of my hair
a car was waiting
it should feel natural to miss him
but we’ve had such little time
a shadow’s breath
tea kettle mist, a dampness
soon absorbed—gone …
strangers waited in the car, they didn’t notice
that damp to the air
He meant to say something
in the bruised, blue coming car lights
I quailed, ducked my head against
a blistering fury, took off my coat on a
winter’s night, for his heat
and watched him move away
to eclipse my heart again
feeling him gone
missing
him

from Rattle #17, Summer 2002