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
Croque-Melpomene 