ALICE PARRIS
THE HOUSE THAT ALICE BUILT

Lost-Love Poem

LOVE'S DEPARTURE

Love never
announces
its departure.
It does have
death rales
towards
the end;
the sound
of a man
drowning
in his own
bodily fluids.
Love’s au revoir
never has
the stench of
end-stage cancer.
It is even
more fragrant in
the leaving.
Still…
so much
unfufilled hope in
its unfolded petals;
left listless in
the wind-
a withered brown.

Alice Parris


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