To Nina Sinking Fast At Dawn Poem by lowell mertz

To Nina Sinking Fast At Dawn



</>You always hated mornings
Woke up raging
Fifty years
While I made coffee
Laughed inside
And watched your slender body
Jitterbug around the room
Like hell's afire
And you were sent to put it out.

Sometimes when sanity returned
You'd touch my arm
As though to reassure me
You'd come back.
Or did you need to make sure I
Was really there?
Another thing I never asked.
I wish I had.

Now, Nina sinking fast at dawn
This stillness has me jittery
And lost.

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