there’s a dead part of me
one full of mother’s milk
who can’t live without you

your absence drags behind me
like a weighted net
in cloudy waters

i am pulled by gravity
through the days
like they matter without you
my destiny unraveled
by your nonbirth

28 days to nowhere
month after month
my blood is your blood

marching on
my hollow words fill air space with sounds
meaningless sounds

caked on my breath
is my dead self
asking what else is there to live for
but the joy of you
inconceivable you?

holding you in my eyes dancing
touching your fresh fingertips
planning my whole life for you

i’m dragging the river
for the part of me
drown in the mud of Disbelief
that i could Be
without you

Artwork courtesy of Jim Blake

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