The world feels empty
Without her,
Even though I’ve seen her
Only twice in recent years,
A vacancy I cannot explain,
Like a missing limb
On which I can still
Wiggled my fingers and toes,
An absence so acute
It is acutely painful
When the whole thing
Ought to be a relief,
After having worried for so long
About what she might do,
And what might happen next,
All this the inevitable conclusion
To something bubbling up
For months,
Her heart break for someone
I don’t even know
(or do not know I know if I do),
And her need to flee
To some place
Free of those constraints,
To avoid the constant reminder
Of who he is,
How she feels,
How much she misses him,
Just how I miss the pain
Once it stops
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