bridgewalk | griefchest | turmoilchasm | a poem

your death cracked

e v e r y t h i n g

wide open

*

I walked and walked

in your shoes

until you stopped

and were no more

*

but I

I

was still breathing

and aching

somewhere between

your life

and death

*

my own life

suddenly

felt so small

and at the same time

too big

to endure

*

I carry the weight of your death

and my knees crack

I keep my heart in my chest

looking at my feet

I stand aligned

I get up

and stand straight

and we circulate through one another

*

don’t overthink it

you said

don’t philosophise

you advised

I stare into a hole

and it is anything but empty

*

not only is your death a reality

but part of my imagination as well

*

v i v i d

*

the smile on your face

and

then

you

simply

d i s a p p e a r e d

“Runddans i Græsted: Landskab med dansende børn” by Julius Paulsen (1860–1940)

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