Do you remember
how we danced in the dark, the sky
was still, the earth was breathing.
After the guests left, after the wake,
you stayed, and we stood close but not
quite touching, until you took my
arms and we swayed in time
with the music of the stars.
It was the black harp of spring,
the silent hour, the shadow time.
It was the black hole of unexpected grief
and you swallowed me whole into it.
JP Seabright (she/they) is a queer disabled writer living in London. They have three solo pamphlets published and two collaborations, encompassing poetry, prose and experimental work. More info at https://jpseabright.com and via Twitter @errormessage and Insta @jpseabright