Earth quake September 2012

  

I feel it stir

As if in anticipation

Of an earth quake,

A distant almost

Indistinguishable rumble

I might mistake for

A truck passing

Along the highway

Near where I live,

Only inside me.

I can’t look at her old photos

And not feel it

Even if the reality

Of the seismic event

Is long gone

Hardly the shaking

I felt during those

Long lonely nights

Clutching my hone

Waiting for her reply.

I live on the fringe of it now,

Not the epicenter

Aware that the vibration,

Moved by it,

Yet not finding my world

Falling to pieces

Because of it,

Yet even at a distance

Even if not consumed by it

As I once was,

I am still moved,

Memory reverberating

Stirring me up,

Confusing me,

Making me hunger

For what it

Might have been,

The plates of our worlds

Briefly connected

Now drifting apart,

The impact that might

Have buried me then,

Now merely wishing

I could have it again.

 

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