The only thing I love
about your absence is that...

We're lying down,
two naked, shameless bodies...

It's a crying toddler
that's not yours, but...

We were not bowerbirds
boasting a secluded coast...

It's not your OCD
when you like things...

Dig deep. The quiet
days are still there...

To have
someone raise their eyebrows...

The chapel,
the flocks of hoopoes...

He was my backbone,
the sword in my battles...

Dear therapist,
When you ask me...

This was the weekly
"we can have a cup of coffee...

I imagine
a bird...