Empty Spaces

I’m trying to remember you.
I’m running my fingers along the outline of our life-
Searching for seams.
I’m sweeping up images
Sprung loose from the boxes I put you in.
I’m closing my eyes and conjuring
The scent of life
Outside of myself-
The sound of interaction
Before it made me flinch.
I’m trying to remember
The room we shared
Was it cell or sanctuary?
I’m picturing us
hanging crooked on the walls-
windows to the world
outside of ourselves.
I can almost recall
The sound of you
Into my empty spaces
The heat of you
pressed against my flesh
Before it blistered


Nancy Murray
Theater Director
Age 50
Baltimore, Maryland, United States of America

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