Friday, February 21, 2014


I am not this ache that fills
my bones and my empty
gnawing stomach, I am not the want
that wants to be held and says nothing
I am not
lowered, tearful eyes
on long commutes home, I am not one
of the echoes, left alone
not the sound of your ghost
nor the footsteps on stairs
I am not
the absence carving its chair
I linger in the hallway of abandon
and severing.