Emily N. Howard

Sunlight through your skull
you left me behind
in the room full of your self

Sunlight through your skull
you left me with a mind
unsure of itself

Now you are spacious
and a wild animal
has come to live inside of me
that I might call grief to try to keep it tame

Now you are porous
and my shaded face
is dripping, opaque,
and waits