like walking around missing the middle of myself.
air charged with an energy at times that buzzes loudly around me, yet there is no sound or movement.
the random normal spaces you are missing in.
the way your name gets stuck in my throat and on my tongue, like a tongue twister- when really it is me stopping myself from it spilling out in place of another’s name, over and over again.
the tears that come in unexpected moments are becoming familiar, running tracks somehow through the hollowed middle of me.
your hands might hit air if you tried to wrap me in your arms.
there are days i’m barely here and the hollowness begins to creep up and down and eat me alive.
it is such a strange thing to know your existence in such a land as this, in such a stranger’s body as this, a stranger’s mind.
where did i go?
where did you go?
vacillation between numbness and stopping your breath pain, like i’m going in and out of grief as one goes in and out of consciousness.
will i wake up one day to my life? to myself?
trying to keep the tsunami at bay, there isn’t much left for it to take over.
like a lightbulb about to burn out, flickering on and off, how long will it hold out?
how long will i?
i think i’m running out of tears and I don’t want a refill.
i may even have run out of love, ask the hollowed woman, if you can find her heart.