I’ve been living on borrowed time 
With your love forever etched inside 
My broken womb, trying to build a home
Where your ghost is the shadow 
That lives in the window sill 
Of our kitchen, where the rest of our
Children gather ’round a crowded table
And I still dream of you in colors that don’t exist
Where in my sleep, I cry for only, You— 

Your name lies silent, on the end of my tongue
My heart reaches for you in the stillness 
And in the darkness of the silence
With baited breathe until my lungs 
are borrowing air just to keep going.