Dream #63

Your bones have been
my bedframe
and your soft skin
my pillow,
the murmur of your breath-
the soundtrack of my dreams.
The silence that you left
is the absence
of your heartbeat
and the emptiness
beside me
in the place you
used to be
is a hollow in my spirit,
a cavity in my chest
where my heart should pump,
a vacuum in the air I breathe.

Now my voice whispers and
the sound escapes as
a creaking moan.
My quiet footfalls
reverberate,
building into a crescendo
of nothing,
an echo in an empty room.