I am sinking deeper and deeper,
but not in waters,
rather in the undying feelings,
of guilt and more of grief.

My legs kicking, hands thrashing,
but, I am not seeking the air.
The chest getting heavier, the air tighter,
yet, not reaching the bottom.

Am I dying ??? No.
Just floating to see,
how long the body,
can burn without light.

Tiny droplets gently spattered down,
a weight the clouds could no longer hold;
and the earth received with grace,
drinking the sky’s released sorrow.

The air, clean and weightless,
with the last gray weight shed down,
became the limitless canvas
for all the shades in a spectrum’s bow.

A sight that soothes the mind—
but mine refused to follow,
clinging to every whispered confession
you released into the wind,

each word a prism unfolding,
each silence, a held breath—
I watched, waiting,
for your sky to rise in colors.

So when the worst storms come,
love, let me be your earth;
to soak in all the heaviness.

I woke up, only to claw back toward sleep,
but your smile had already slipped,
your face dissolved into the dark corner,
and the space where I wish you were,
hold only my gentle whisper to you.  

Outside, the drizzle writes a symphony,
breeze combing through the tress sent a shiver,
small cheek-spotted sparrows scatter upward,
each chirp, each wingbeat humming your name.

While everything around keeps going on,
I'm slowly learning to hold absence,
like a sparrow holds the wind,
not by grasping, but letting it pass through.