A World of Two Realities

a list
of her new demands ...
I stare
at the dust motes
drifting in our room

she is not dead
and yet not alive ...
gaping silence
between the two of us
who share the same bed

she's gone ...
I roll over
and face the wall,
only the ticks
of our wedding clock

all that
remains of my ten-year
marriage:
nail holes in the walls
and a pile of bills

Atlas Poetica, 29, 2017