Never Let Her Go
written by: Wendy Markel
His fragile bones
Will throb like glory
In the dampening
Dew-drowned morning.
But she’s worth it,
He says.
And she chuckles
And falls,
Light as stardust
Asleep.
Asleep
Besides the famished picnic basket,
They spoon
On a bed of clover
Under a fraying blanket of stars;
And she clutches
His hand
To her heart,
Like she’s done for sixty years
As he watches her fade
She’s gone.
Gone
Before sunrise stains his eyes.
When,
Bumbling like bees at the clover,
They find them;
All that endures
Of
Them,
Are breadcrumbs
Tears
And empty kisses
And his lonely eyes will scour the stars for her.
Wendy Markel is the author of The Second Life Of Claire, a novel currently in the editing process. In no particular order; Dog-Mother, reader, writer, baker, wife, gin-maker.
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