Hiatus
I found returning your library books
the love letters you never sent
confessing desire for the girl
who cried the most at your funeral.
If you could hear me I would ask
what it is like in heaven,
I know you are watching the world
as you would watch a soap opera,
flicking through the channels of countries
to whatever suits your mood.
So I wonder how you are now
being spirit instead of body
now that weightlessness
has surpassed your waking state.
I battled for your survival
and tried to keep you breathing.
I held your hand until it filled with helium
and almost took me with you.
'Hiatus' from A Choir of Ghosts © Janette Ayachi. Reprinted by kind permission of the author and Calder Wood press, 2013.
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