there's an absence.
i can feel the distance-
more cruel than usual.
i drop a stone
into the well of our being,
of our love
and i hear no echo.
no sound.
no splash.
i'm still waiting.
maybe for confirmation
maybe for a small sound of hope.
my heart waits
with anxious ears
while my mind continues on
with real life.
i've always been good
at moving on
but today
i find myself forced to pause
to take in breath
as i consider
the possibility
that i never considered.

our love slain
and finding only me standing-
alive
but stuck on the memories
of a blue suitcase, bailey
and all the love
you poured over me

-a.