'Til Death Do Us Part

Robert Boates
From:   The afterlife. Toronto: Seraphim Editions. 1998.

When I emerged
from my coma,
a hologram
of her husband,
I couldn't find her
though I relearned
her name.

Neither could she
reach me,
for part of her
had fallen
down those stairs
into that concrete,
a dimension no one
returns from
entirely.

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