There is no sound
more deafening
than the silence of your name
never being spoken.
There is no space heavier,
more suffocating — full, and yet,
so hollow, and
empty,
than your absence
in this world.
My nightmares awake are long.
My sleeping dreams of you
are brief.
Nothing gives me less purpose,
less drive to get out of bed,
than knowing you might be
behind my eyes.
I only have to go there, and
hope that I run into you.
Imagine an ocean,
never combed by the moon.
Imagine a wind
that never breaths.
Imagine birds,
grounded and mute.
Imagine veiny trees,
desperately reaching, and naked,
all year long —
forever.
Imagine that the black behind your eyes
is more beautiful
than a night’s starry skies.
– Rachel R. Vasquez, 2018?
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Another grief poem pulled from an old notebook. Despite how inactive my blog is, I have a lot of notebooks full of stuff. I don’t often get to the part where it goes from my notebooks, to a digital form. (sigh)
