Advance Notice 

Coins in your eyes,
unwritten 'forgive me' notes
embedded into your fingertips,
the ladies in black prepare you.

This is your eulogy,
my second ex, writ in advance.

I touch my hand to my breastbone
where blood flowed, staining
the sidewalk when you left me
for the gal with peter pan hair
and the saucy behind.

My chest is dry now.
The sidewalk is dry.
My eyes are dry.

A flicker of sea air
drifts past, carries away
the remaining remnants
of sails raised, boat keening,
dolphins tracking our
every maneuver.

Published in The Rusty Truck Jan 2015

Pris Campbell
 © 2015

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