Lost Loves

I sit alone

like the family

dog alone

like the last

burning candle

in a darkened

room alone

like a left

shoe absent

of the right

they’ve gone

home or stayed

home

leaving me

like discarded

mail

missing them

both of them

I now sit

quietly

with dreams

of them

remembering

their faces

and smiles

their heartache

quite unsure

how I ever arrived

here

and uncertain

if I shall ever

leave

Post

Afterward

his body
is against mine
one behind
the other
like bookends
absent of books
breathing
has slowed
after our long
run exhausted
arms
encircling torso
hands clutching
hands
in the afternoon
sun
we are bathed
in light
drying us
like baby seals
my hand
trails down
his stomach
to the damp
moist nest
we drowse
in separate dreams
not dreaming
of each other

now

in the shower
we stand
close
a small canyon
forming
between us
where the water
cascades
and tumbles
across
the boulders
of our bodies.