Loved One

by Aisha Muharrar

I recognize you, my bones said to the canvas. You too, it said back.

When I thought about it, I gravitated to honest women who would tell it like it was.

while I remained inside my head with all my doubts and ruminations.

Sometimes I pass something that catches my eye, or ear, and I think, Gabe would love this; or remember when, together, we loved that? I pause, grateful to run into him again.