I Hope
You trusted in the existence of aliens
but you didn’t trust me.
I hope
you find someone who makes you happy.
I hope
you find someone worth healing for
and I hope
she holds your car door open for you
and she pays for your food.
I hope she kisses your hand
and
I hope
she looks at you
the way you used to look at the sky;
Mistaking stars
for spaceships,
theories of galaxies
spilling from your lips and
I hope
when she traces the constellations
of scars on your back
you remember
that none of those knives
ever
belonged to me.
© Gina Clingan 2017
From my book, Redford, which can be purchased here