Infidelity

deviant art by gtako


INFIDELITY


She is never dead when he meets her.
They eat noodles for breakfast as usual.
For eleven years he thought
it was the river at the bottom
of his mind dreaming.
Now he knows she is living inside him,
as the wind is sometimes visible
in the trees. As the roses and rhubarb
are in the garden and then not.
Her ashes are by the sea in Kamakura.
Her face and hair and sweet body still
in the old villa on a mountain where
she lived the whole summer. They slept
on the floor for eleven years.
But now she comes less and less.

Jack Gilbert

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