Gone Girl
A Poem
BY
Jude Kyrie

I still feel your fingers
slipping away from mine.
Like the grains of sand
that escape from your hand
No matter how hard you hold.
I can still see the thoughts
Of me that once
lived in your mind now
spilling onto the floor
and dying in the sunlight.
I still feel you dropping
my heart on the ground.
Watching it shatter like
a crystal glass.
I still feel the approaching
afterlife without you.
Whispering a tiny comfort
In the cold breezes of loss.
Promising to me
that love will call again.