She knew his face.
Not just the face that stood
on the corner, watching;
but the face that stood in the corner, watching
while she slept.
She knew this couldn’t be,
locked her doors once, twice, then three –
no body could enter in, but
a spirit, a soul so darkly grim
as to haunt her mind like this?
Perhaps… Flipped the cap
from off the pills
prescribed when this had happened
last. She laughed. Again, again
she did this to herself. When
would her brain accept it finally,
the reality of his death?