Beautiful David. A very emotive piece. These are a few of my favourite lines...
Before the first lie is spoken. Before most have woken.
Connie speaks to him sometimes, when she forgets he’s gone, or most times when she remembers.
Using buttery fingers, he licked the bowl clean. Like the child they never had.
The aching lack, of arms not holding.
Like a soul that’s returning to something forgotten.
As for where to submit there are lots of literary magazines have a look on twitter or here.