There’s a hole in my bed
where we slept.
I leave a light on
just in case
you come.
And sometimes
I set a place for you
at the table.
You never come.
Still, I listen
for your sound
at the door.
You never come.
I can feel your breath
crossing my heart.
I can taste
your fierceness
and hear your comfort
quiet my night terrors.
I see you
when I am breathless
during painful moments
we each find
too honest.
I am consumed.
I am yours.
Devoted to
all that you are.
This hunger,
this yearning,
is bread for my heart.
It gives me cause
to rise
and embrace the day.
I find joy
in the simple.
And you.
You.
You never come.
You are a shadow
and I
am in the shadowlands
waiting and dying.
I cannot
and you will not.
It is one way.
It is one truth.
I’ll be gettin’ on along now.
Soon.
Real soon.
poetry by fawn rising January 12, 2015
Photograph of Nahnee 2015 by
Erin Liberty Dunn-age five at
Gainesville Golf & Country Club/Ladies’ Powder Room
Gainesville florida USA earth
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