Dead Things

Dead Things

I cannot unwed myself
from these dead things;
the loss of love
the loss of loss of love
the secret smile
the hand that touched my thigh
the simple songs
with words and tunes forgotten
the warmth of bodies
pressed into the earth
the chill of bodies
under these same pressures
the masks and voices
begging to be forgotten
the sigh you breathed each time
when you were done.