My Boyfriend's Back

‘Til death do us…
Wait. 
Because you are holding the door open , your foot there wedged between the top of the staircase
         And the Place Without Doors
An in-between, a go-between with no home now, no family, no…

Who would pay for the honeymoon?  Sweet biscuits and tea by the ocean,  or maybe a dance across the water to Ireland, where you always…

But then, I guess that’s out of the question now.  Funny how easy it is to forget, with you looking at me like that.

That you are a ghost.  Not alive.  Dead.  And you say marriage will bring you some kind of closure?  Here I thought death was as much closure as one person needed. 

         I don’t owe you anything. 
         I wasn’t the one who pulled the trigger.
                   The suicide pact was your stupid idea, anyway.

You can’t punish me for living.
Not anymore.


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