lover today is the day of remembrance
& i hear your name spoken loudly
a raw wound still crying for your voice
to speak meaning into the bleak
oh i understand the hurt & loss
but the salt is sweeter on my lips
in the eternal month when you were mine
you promised death has a purpose
& begged me: say it back
i am thirty-four years old & i am alive
ghosts become inchoate
the harder you stare into them
i almost didn’t make it
but here i am
we haven’t spoken
it would be nice to hear from you
mattress dungeon 