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
whispering
Into my empty spaces
The heat of you
pressed against my flesh
Before it blistered

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

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