Semper Fidelis – Sandra Park
July 25, 2010 § Leave a comment
His last cigarette haunts the tacit air
of our bedroom. I sift through the ashtray,
searching for little remnant of the days
that elude me now. Ashes are the heir
to time’s passing. I’ve learned her name is Claire.
I see blond hair, some classic cliche,
Aryan princess in black negligee,
Deadening your tracks with her cobalt stare.
Leave him, I’m told. And perhaps I should
And stop this gratuitous endeavor.
Now I lack the knowledge of scores of men
but I know this: Nothing in this world would
make me sadder than knowing that I’d never
pick out his tie for work ever again.