From Within the Soul and Other Random Frivolities: Breaking Up
The questions I want to ask,
I don’t know where to send them now
that you’re not around.
Longing is not necessarily marked by absence
but by a knowing that things have come to a stop
like a broken clock. It’s the unnaturalness of you gone
that stings the open cut. Loneliness is the silence
your heart beat used to fill. Longing is reaching
