Kathleen Kenny
Missing

Salters Road: one-twenty a.m.
silence
but for the non-stop rain

sopping
the irises and the card
I left on your grave.

The first birthday
you’ve spent away.

My words of love and regret
soaked.

It never stops.
Someone’s breath
strikes me from the road

each passing gasp
raw and shocking.
 

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