My Creation

Crack In Your Skull

A crack in your skull as deep as the sleep
I am imprisoned in. Mementoes of you to keep
Beneath my pillow as you are hauled up
To heaven on invisible wire. I remain in the mire
Of grief. I curse God, the thief, who stole you from me

I miss your affection. I miss your touch
You are hurtling through the air. I am anchored
To the earth. You leave me with a heart, shrunken, charred
It did not occur to me that you were perishable
You came from me, you see. You were my creation.