2:22 –
I trace neon numbers
on bedside clock as I have
so many nights for so many years
and lie awake thinking about your choice
to sleep through all the signs and wonders even as
I stood witness to silent crucifixion of dream we shared.
How I stumbled through the time between, growing uncertain
of some resurrection day, torn, hope tossed into and consumed
by flame of night. Shall I deny knowing and free myself
as you have seemed to do?

Single ring of the telephone
tells me tonight your path has led elsewhere, rather than
released you wholly from what you always knew to be
the truth. Even as the echo fades into the recesses
of my mind, I feel faint outline of you rise in me.
A resonating image draws me magnetically
to the force of love imprinted deep
in my soul’s memory, and I know
what I know and cling
to the knowing –
2:22.