Let Me In

I promise, my beloved Susan,

the void left in your absence

was better yesterday.

Today, I must swallow

your memory

like a slick oyster,

absence of light

unheard

by graveyard ears.

Your wavering essence

lingers

in fragile mind’s eye,

like the flight

of birds – a fusion

of two souls,

laced together.

A shrunken world

of simple rhythms

of hearts once nigh.

Existence has ended

as your stars

fade away -

an empty bowl

of raw edged reality

of lonely days.

Residue lies wedged

between distant walls.

Oh let me in

once more

to embrace

your thin, cold skin.