Yours To Look At, Forever

Sprites scattered the living room
when I entered this morning.

Emptiness filled it
as if everyone stopped talking.

I will buy that bus ticket today.
And marriage? Take this photo.

Place it somewhere.
Your favorite mirror.

I will hover among layers
of face powder and memory.

Your window.
I will float in tree limbs and storm clouds.

Critics of Mystery Marvel, 2018