After Robert Creeley’s poem, “For Love”
I am lying
in the dark, without you,
missing you.
even the moon can’t reach
through the skylight
and yet, dear
love, I see with
a light that’s growing
inside me.
I think you are
here: I feel you moving
in my head
lighting candles
behind my eyes. I am
not used to
celebrations
birthdays, am old, older
than you know
have candles saved
up from years and years:
stay with me, love
light them all. I
have this factory in
my brain makes
hundreds of
candles every day
for you to light.