Tomorrow I’ll get over it, I promise.
But today on my tears I will float.
I was frozen, now I am a volcano.
Oh Lord, love is not a blessing.
It seems like yesterday when I wasn’t taller than your knees.
I remember this, because I always hugged your legs every evening when you came back home.
Just like our dog does every night I return from work, and you turn to us from your favorite couch and smile.
No, I meant when you turned to us and smiled.
Now your seat on the couch is empty, just like my chest is.
Vowels are echoing within me as I breathe out.
They told me time heals everything. But what’s left to heal?
I don’t feel anything.
A wave took everything.