Westwind

Lost

Claire Hellar

in the morning I stretch

in a bed wide as an orange peel

and deep as the base of a sunflower.

 

coming home I found

a pillow on the sandalwood floor

and knew you had been here,

slipping in with your key

to test the echoes of your absence.

 

I pick up the pillow

trace the wrinkles you left behind

then lie on the floor and dream

that I’m alone in a space like a birth.

 

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