The heart sink of days without end
And no amens, and nothing to mend
You and your pretty sleep sounds
Me and my demons down the hall
Beckoning, beckoning in their minor keys
and chest heavy, the levy
that ghost still with me
and always on the verge
Of swallowing by defeat.
Forgive me, my love—
The last secret between us
Thick as sorrow’s fog.
[Poem by Margaret Elysia Garcia; Art by Ross Amador