Monday, August 6, 2012


Running my fingers along the ghost
Of your absence
I
Am hollow.

This space
You once occupied
Is empty -
A human shaped hole
Within me.

I reach deep inside
The recesses of my soul
Fingering bone, muscle and sinew-
Grasping for meaning.

(It will take time for her body to process the loss)



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