Kate Light: Remember

when you’re lonely in your room, and the year
is hovering in your eyes; remember, when
he calls you late and sorry, how the tears
had made you wise; how it happened again
and again, pushing you out and pulling you in,
and how his words were wind that fanned your fears;
how he could not help himself, though his skin
was sweet and soft, and though – when you were near -
he was drawn to you; how his 

body was truth and on-
ly his body was truth – no, no, remember how lost
you felt and how often, and how high the cost,
and how close Love sat next to Lone.
Remember – a whispering in your vein – how keen
the pleasure, but how stabbing deep the pain.