It surprises her that emptiness
can have a feel to it.
How can ‘emptiness’ be suffocating?
She knows that at any moment
she might begin to cry
again.
And so she goes,
trembling,
from moment to moment.
Thinking too far ahead
is more painful
than thinking back,
to the loss.
This seems surprising too.
But the endless moment she lives in,
is the emptiest,
giving her nothing to hold,
and she watches helplessly as
whatever she had together
begins to unravel.
She’ll put it back together someday.
From somewhere comes this vague
awareness.
And she smiles;
most surprising of all.
And realizes now,
what it is she feels most.
I find it surprising that no one replied to this poem b/c it’s now my favorite of yours, but I still like the others I’ve previously said were my fav of yours.