Her heavy greedy breaths
no longer pull air
from our shared spaces.
Her restless body,
laden in sleep, no longer flings
appendages against shared walls.
His voice,
after all tese years
is distant and muffled,
a life spent
with his intonations
and likenesses
filling the quiet spots
of time
and privates places
like memory.
I find myself
in new places,
quiet, desolate,
unable to move
and different
than I thought.
Most sensibly,
and quite inevitably,
my own shallow gasps
leave no consideration
or room for the limbs
to dance
or provide sound
a body
to absorb.
Painting by Ford Madox Brown [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
a body
to absorb.
Painting by Ford Madox Brown [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.