Ever since my wife has left,
I’m spellbound by her enduring
presence, which anchors me down
with the solidity of a white stone.
She smiles at me through a PEI
Mussel I’m having for lunch
and hovers over me worrying
If I have enough to eat or if I’m
working too hard because she
knows I’m pale and losing weight.
I breathe in her unique essence
that intoxicates me like a sailor
on leave from a voyage to nowhere.
I cloister myself around her spirit
as I walk along deserted streets
in no particular hurry to go anywhere.