After You

After you left / us, I was left / feeling you’d leapt / through a door swept

Photograph of Brian Wickers

After you left
us, I was left

feeling you’d leapt
through a door swept

open in one
way’s direction,

me alongside
on the wrong side

of hereafter,
here and after—

same door, except
the way it’s kept,

as though the door
still looked for more.

Brian Wickers
Brian Wickers' most recent book of poetry is Stations of the Lost. He lives in Toronto.

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