Two hands clap and there is a sound. What is the sound of one hand?
What sound does one clapping hand make?
The craft of getting it wrong.
What do I know?
I was never one for riddles, anyway.
The hollowness of the absence yelling back at it?
A sense of hubris at the void – a debt from man
to the stars.
Remember me. I am the salt of the Aegean.
Her organs failed you, not me.
My memory lingers –
who are we?
A body once entwined says thank you
Or good night.
Or good luck.