narrow to the bone
was how I lived
your absence,
stifled in my yearn
motionless
was my hand
in your absence
humming
in the still
of the mornings,
as if forcing myself
to sit in a wake.
less a woman,
even less a human,
were the shambles
of me
in your absence.
tried
to fill the void
with your absence.
“space supersaturated”
It spilled all over the edges.
seams now
that selfishly,
I’ve become
your whole absence.
August, 2012
Vezilka 