I long to be present for the live
show behind these vacant eyes.
She’s slipped away before we could say
our heartfelt goodbyes.
She was never fully seated,
so it seemed, always floating
above herself engaged in chatter
on little things that didn’t really matter
mosquito buzzing in your ear
and by the time you swat,
Maybe there was something I should have done
tossed a buoy in the ocean of her discontent.
I stood up when he called her loony
helped her trace her steps
when she appeared, having left behind
some little thing, not her mind.
And his gaslighting covering his fear
the two of them lockstep
calling out and insincere.
All the anger disconnected like a cloud
steaming up the mirror.
What they couldn’t say aloud
like poisoned gas, a cloud
I inhaled, but never mind,
that ship has sailed. I find
they’ve locked her here
for safety’s sake. And so we sit
like at a zoo, who’s in the
cage, who’s missing a screw?