we were walking arm-in-arm
harmless, down the street, moving
as so many thousands of other couples
have before and always will,
looking through the windows
at all the things that people sell
to the people who must buy
i think it was the antique store
(or was it the pizza shop?)
where i froze, turned back
and shuddered in horror, and let out
a startled cry.
my shout, the suddenness of it
made you scream
— with amazement, with wonder
with all the strange surprise the
moment could muster.
you caught my eyes as i turned and
said, “what is it?”
i paused and said,
“oh, nothing.
it was nothing
at all.
must have just been
my reflection.”
i do not know why
i lied to you then.
but you smiled, and we carried on
with ourselves.
that was years ago, but the vision has
stayed with me
and you haven’t.
if you were here now
i think that i could finally tell you
what it was i saw
reflected there
all those years ago:
it was a pair of suicides:
one sudden; one very, very slow.
they were wearing rags and shadows
holding hands
building themselves an igloo of fire
at the very edge of the world.
what scared me was
i could not see their faces
but i knew who they were
and they were
smiling.