Kerri Shying R # 55 Your Side.

Your side.

I don’t know where it is

you’re buried

or stand about - immured

inside some urn

Asking didn’t work

then and the chances of success

lessen with time’s passing

It took three years for me to move

across the bed an inch

into your space

I wore this furrow

soft rut

rumpled

plain as daylight

  our shallow grave

uncovered