How, at your end, are things?
Christmas just a few weeks away
and such sudden emptiness
of home, of heart
death leaves us vacant;
I have felt it;
negative space the shape of your beloved
for a time
you shall occupy that space
cry there, breathe there
fall into sleep there,
a sleep not unlike death
unfathomably, you shall heal there
there in that nothingness
it's not a dangerous place
just necessary and sad
Text and image © 2014 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.