Left side & memories

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Edward and Josephine Hopper met as young students in art school in New York and married in 1924. Josephine was his only female model, and posed for his  1952 work, Morning Sun.

I wanted to hate you so madly

I want to scream bloody murder, pointing toward you,

“She did it, there she is, murderer” my cold lips would mimic in daydreams 

How could you plunge this rusted blade so deeply, so cruelly 

As if I never existed, as if I never caressed you in the iris of my future days 

Did you forget who I was? What I meant? Who am I? 

Or did you simply not ever see me, 

Did you stop noticing the spark in my eyes when they reflected yours 

Or maybe you were looking right through me 

Since you left my eyesight worsened, there’s no one to tell me to turn down my brightness 

Since you left there is no one on the other side, no reason to open the door 

No reason to watch films in the cinema, no reason to cook, no reason to it all 

Since you left

I can’t remember how it felt when you didn’t  

So why do I still sleep on the left side of the bed 

Where your body used to be