I do not know
how to write
about what is
happening
inside of me.
It feels similar
to what I would
imagine goes
on during
hurricanes or
flash floods.
I think that's
what I mean. I
have such a
strong desire to
reach in to the
space between
my lungs (the
place I've let him
call his for so
long now) and
just run my fingers
along the edge of
what is now
a blank spot,
seemingly bigger
than the grand
canyon. I want
him to talk to
me because he's
the only person
who knows what
I mean when even
I don't, but I
cannot call him no
no.
I cannot hurt like
this anymore.