This body chose to forget you
I can see your face through calculated window panes.
Outside those walls the memories crumble
& deteriorate like newspaper.
Your name separates into grit and tawny debris.
I love you
& I know how cold it is,
but no amount of forlorn
could frown this door back open.
If I let your shadow in,
you'd collect all your footprints
and leave your longing
pristine with the snow.
For magpie tales.
