This Heavy Sense
Johanna M. Geiger
This heavy sense of the world is not eased lightly
I am wholly unable to enjoy these last days of solitude
anymore than the first days.
Night comes swiftly since you’ve been gone,
but daylight is no better without you.
At home, I am not at home
restlessly wandering from room to room
picking up book after book
discovering each one hollow between the covers.
