On his doorstep. She sat.

Blue silk dress in the post
She will wear it when you
are not looking.

She sits on your bottom steps, waiting for you to
come home.
But you won't. Your so stubborn. She picks
a scab
and says it's all your fault.

She lost her scarf on the subway yesterday.
It was the one with the snowflakes on...the one she wore when you played in
the snow
with her.
Remember, she says out loud to the tree...
how we hid in the forest, dark fell, we felt lost.
Lost dogs, hungry darkness...
but we made it home
and I was not scared
because you were there, with my hand in yours, telling me stories about sausages in nests
and making me laugh
making me smile, even though you could not see

and I could not see you.

He is not here. He is not coming home.
He forgot about
how great it was
being with you.

You wish you had a memory
as bad
as his.