Doubt

// Daisy Bassen

There is no room
Where I am not afraid to go
And find that you have gone already.
The air amnestic to your virtual transit

And I cannot be proud
That I notice and know and remember,
Your face when I learned it as my own,
When I have taken your breath

And made it more than mine, have made
It myself, as much as any dream I dream is me;
I should have kept it longer.
Beloved, I have not been able to bear it

Things are not what they are —