What is left

What is left

when we have gone

apart after asking

what is left

from a relationship

that only gave

until there was little

to give beside

what is left

which included your lost hairs

and my letters lost

and a toothbrush

with what is left

of a meal we made or bought

but certainly forgot

for we never thought

there’d be anything left

besides us

but we’re contained in shadows

that look to the sun for release

and we do not burn

though we are ash

of what is left

and more so

what isn’t

*

She held he

for he held she

and there is nothing more

than that in poetry

*

Our lips are too insistent

to stop our aching

by passing it off to another

till we tire

and rest like a bird

outstretched

in the wind

of your breath