...LEFT ON THE PILLOW
someone will bury her
face in the last clothes he
wore, leave them hanging
in the closet. Someone
will forget the months
she said no she wasn't
ready. Someone will
write she is not the same
person, will not care
that her hair is lank, that
her roots are the color
the sky was, won't notice.
Someone will take the
metro to ballet because
it is almost the only thing
that seems ordinary
(By Lyn Lifshin@2001)



