When they took you away you became a ghost
living within the walls and behind our eyelids
only to reappear in brief and strenuous conversations
that ended in frustrated tears and incomplete forms.
Your presence haunted the empty left side of the bed
and the empty fridge filled with chicken and old condiments.
In three months you became static white noise,
rotating in and out of the house through the telephone.
Upon your return your voice was full of thunder
circling the room on slate colored clouds
and drowning us in uncertain silence
that continues to consume us each and every day.
YOU ARE READING
Embody Me
PoesieA series of emotional poems that aim to make your soul feel something.
