Post dated appointment
Since we were cleft;
I have not held you in my mind
in case you stayed.
Now as I age towards your last age,
your eyes surprise me in the car mirror,
my hair arranges itself in your style,
a faux fur coat recalls your glamour in my glass,
my mouth remembers your words.
These negatives of your image surface
to remind me I remain the curator of your memory.
At present, I am unable to catalogue
the chaos of your life since my own past is
knotted amongst the tangle.
But I accept we have a post dated appointment, here
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem