The Blood & The Bones

i never knew that absence was a tangible thing

like a weight you can feel

or something held with shaking hands

but it is here..heavy and unmistakable

i try to keep my distance or to move around it

but it digs into me like the shards of glass

stuck into walls to keep the animals from crossing over

or to keep me from climbing out

it rings in my ear like sirens warning of an incoming bomb

as a war ensues inside me

and shows me I will never be free

a ghost or a shadow at the heel of my being

stacked like cold grey pylons upon my shoulders

slowly crushing the let go in me

it stays to prove that you are gone

but you are not.. not really

I never knew absence was a tangible thing

until it killed me

LL