A Visitor at the Wake

ceased, but lingering unsettled energy circling still pondering my desire to be loved hearts in pews calling in my direction though I don't open my eyes to see I felt I saw beyond the faces with my complicated expectations all that is and isn't true undone by dissection citing any discrepancy as undoing all that's left in my grasp is to open my eyes to all that was beautiful but if I find pity sits where love should be or the truth of my own squandered time blessings scrutinised until destroyed I want to revisit moments magical slow dances, wake to again catch a smile from across the room but I keep still, still afraid lost in how I questioned every word and motive I could swirl one last time through this space immerse in rushes of love, true sadness see who showed up at the end though I instead lay in regret a final act of closing my eyes