and clefts my soul, joins in opposition the war within
as it sears my thoughts for you. Flesh unmarred by your passing.
Eyes vacantly looking inward, hoping to visualize a complete past.
Movements fraught with indecisions have lost fluidity or grace.
There was a place that was whole, full of forgiveness and laughter
now caustically mocking the present. I stand, swaying
in the cool night air, aware of nothing else, waiting
for a breeze strong enough to sweep me off my feet
into a far flung future. The body spins around
this central axis. The line that has pierced me
embeds me in hard dry earth.