Antonia Three

Before you came for me, who carried the light, bobbling on the ink sea, they say it isn't you, in whispered tones at night, do they know the truth, something you know least, I lose all the signs, I’m supposed to believe, even with this news, a power beyond my sight, loss comes with nephews, love is a bitter creed, it always asks me why, what is there to glean, do I howl at the moon, oil my words with grease, some mask an open tomb, it gapes at my knees, will you come this time, if you could only see, how lovely is my smile.