Do you scream
And thrash
And beat your chest
And sob on the inside?
When the memory of my embrace
Or my voice, or my favorite things
Come to your mind, do you ache?
Ache and sting and feel a gap,
Feel your ribs part and fall
And expose this horrid space
That your can't convince yourself
Is indeed filled with your heart
Do you smile, laugh, smirk
As if all in the world were fine,
To convince that gap
That it's fine without me?
Or are you full, whole,
Complete in your other passions,
So that the space I sanctified
Is brushed aside as not worth the fight?
If our lives allowed it
Would I be worth the fight?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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