Bugbites

Omenlike, the fleas came just a short while before you died. I had thought, with you gone they would vanish also.

Naive perhaps, but I couldn’t help but think it was unfair. Afterall, what else did I have of you? Why leave them?

And now the bites on my leg, scarlet first, then a bruised, wine dark  are fading into faint love-bite brown  and disappearing