SheFallsSoftly

I experience the absence
Like the rotation of the moon
for the tides,
as muscles work together,
one contracts and one expands,
I find that to be pulled at all
I must be pulled both ways.

I experience the absence
As a burning pit
Below my lungs–
A lurching disgust.
My flesh rejects the past.

Gone and yet here.
Loved and yet hated.
I experience the absence
Through cold panes of glass
On quiet sleepless nights.

I experience the absence
As the sobs after a nightmare
Not tolerated to remember,
Not able to forget.