365 Poems – 163 And how you continued to shine so beautifully (Rough First Draft)
And how you continued to shine so beautifully
We utilise the ruin of him,
and use up the leftover tortellini
in the fridge, the parmesan,
and pull his neapolitan ice
cream out of the deep freeze.
We eat until you say your body
is lined with more happiness
than you’ve felt in months.
We clink spoons and smile.
You don’t need to say
you’re happy he’s gone,
I can see it in your eyes.
When you have a familiar
crash, weeks later, you tell me
you’re still fragile, in confrontation
with the truth, willing even,
perhaps, to forgive him.
I say that would be just as useful
as digging up the dead, calm
in their rotting.
I provoke something uncommon,
and you stir in celebration.
You’re still thin, but your uproar
is savage, something I’ve never
heard before. It’s almost blood thirsty.
There is a girlish brutality about you,
a new, ruthless courage.
You will see winter through,
I have no doubts about that now.