He stares at her picture: golden
highlights, swinging in the hammock
next to him. she was so wonderful to touch.
her last breath is a question to him: her thoughts, prayers.
What did he do to her before she died? How much
did she suffer? he digs his nails into his gray sheets, wondering:
where was I to stop him?
her hot breath on his neck. smell: vanilla taste: mint
hot. Inside. He burns for her now
as always, not
quite the same.