A Vital Piece Poem by Beverley Katherine

the silence that is falling from your mouth is deafening
it used to be the sound of comfort;
the sound of undisputed perfection.

It's cold now.
Not just because the Earth is blanketed by a thick layer of powdery crystals,
or chilled by a frozen breeze,
but because your arms don't feel the same.
They feel empty, even as I surround every inch of you.
There is no shelter there.

How far your heart is from mine,
though your chest cradles my back
where your arms create the empty circle.
It once was within mine, a vital piece.