It is that special kind of hollow

without you here,

and I think of what would be described as

fantasy lives of freedom

and feel only chest pangs.

This is less poetic and more medical.

My bones have been drained of calcium-magnesium-marrow

I feel more fragile when I imagine without you,

not to say I am unsurvivable,

because these bird bones broke before leaving the nest,

I just like feeling whole

and feeling wholly

put together

so climb back into my chest cavity

in two weeks please,

let me breathe

like it was nothing that you were gone,

(which is a lie)

(it is always something of note)

but now your here-ness makes it assuagable to the heart.

Stay still in this body,

let the storms be just respiration,

let it be less hollow.


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