the room is hollow
scraped free of your energy.
my hollow heart can hear
the echoes of warm voices gone
but not forgotten.
the dust of your soul
drifts softly into my eye.
my cheeks then damp to touch.
time is a drill sergeant
strict on the march forward.
i want to stop.
i want to stay frozen in this moment
and that one.
but to be frozen
is to be stuck
and to be stuck is to die.
so like the bird of wing
you must fly
and i must watch
when i can see
when i do not cry.
the sadness wrings my heart
but it will not dry.
my love is a river
a mirror from my soul.
so though i turn to
trudge and to trot
along my path
you will not be forgot.
the emptiness is heavy.
my sigh as expansive as
the horizon’s sky.
the days thinner and threadbare
for i am the poorer for not having you
here.