My New Companion

There’s no way through the grief
But to walk his gauntlet bare
Blow by blow, the purple mementos
Write the story of our affair:
The blushing bride that I have been:
The love we once shared.

There’s no way past the grief
But to lie down under his fist
To take the rage he offers
In the fury of his tryst
To nod and accept his truths
Under his smothering shroud of mist

And hope that time will heal the wounds
His knuckles here have kissed.