Wistful, the belonging part of remember,
the kiss and the Greyhound sighing closed, leaving town.
Wistful, the silent film
with Fond Regret and Pining For.
The petal-hand of goodbye
from a ship forever sliding
decades away.
Wistful, silence is your publisher
and the vitreous pour of the moon.
Wistful, splinter-skinny,
you hardly eat a thing in your Empire dress, disconsolate hair pin, Victorian knife—
you keep a dull shine like a scar
