the air spins, the nature of light alters.
An unseen presence takes you under its
wing, whispers in your ear, explaining all
about disasters is right, for like death,
tragedy is the only reason we
pause and look at one another. I saw
your eyes sliding among the crowd for a
person to talk to, yet you chose no one,
instead walked through the door, the only face
free of attachments though you probably
felt lonely. Now, I can’t see your body
but hear your voice, can’t touch you but forgive
those words you spoke, trading our secrets like
currency in a dry economy.
I’m grateful for your protection while I
had it, now relieved to be released from
the habits and obligations of love.
Sandra Kolankiewicz's poems and fiction have appeared widely. Turning Inside Out is available from Black Lawrence Press. This past fall, Finishing Line released The Way You Will Go. In March, When I Fell, a novel with 76 illustrations, was released by Web-e-Books.