14. There is Nothing Here
There is nothing here,
my beloved,
nothing that indicates
you were,
for a small while,
a part of me.
There are no clothes
that must be put away.
There are no pictures,
no birth certificate.
There is nothing here.
No tombstone,
no memorial,
no ashes.
It is as if you never
existed,
save in my
mind.
There is nothing here
but an agonizing
rent in my
heart.
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{{{hugs}}}
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