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)

2 thoughts on “Imagine

  1. Wow the imagery that you crafted with your words was truly delightful. Thank you so much for sharing an emotionally intense post! According to your convenience please do read some of my writings would love to know what you think about them. 😊🙏

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