Requiem

A Poem

By Juwayriya Bemath

 “its been a while”
you say, as we slip
into a familiar sense of comfort
and slide
out of our coats
— “nothing’s really changed
but hasn’t all of it? —
your words struggle to be coherent
as they tumble forward,
unaware
of the knots inside of me that
tighten
as the one around your own neck is undone
all caught up, you catch your breath
your retorts are
off the cuff
my straps are
off my shoulders
you say you hate the taste of cigarettes on my tongue
well, do i delight in the taste of her on yours?
i step outside for a breath of sobering air
as you step out of one leg at a time
beckoning me forward,
unrelenting
“it’s been a while”