easter has vanished overnight
the way a girl who slept in your bed
disappears at sunrise,
with the high heels tucked under one arm
and her simple black dress somehow longer, subtler.
almost a present, you find her earring clasp on the floor
and an impression of her head on your pillow.
you fumble for a memory of her smile, the taste of her lips,
but nothing comes.
your fingers clutch at the flimsy hook of silver.
later, you realise that’s all there is to find.
next year, you see her again, at the same time, in the same place,
dancing with another man.
something compels you to smile at her.
she smiles back.