Your absence leaves me
bereft of words

My breaths
Do not reach me
Cold, rejected
They leave.
Surely they will find another
Who will take them in
As they are

Wind, hovering close
Finding no rest
To lean on.
Passing over.
Even a scarce shiver
Would have marked
My being

It carries on
Seen in its tasks.
The voice
Unheard in its own echo.
Even the shadow
Only becomes one
In another light

Standing still,
As if strong;
Holding the space,
To which we belong.
Bereft of it all
Uncascaded free fall


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