2.9
I thought losing you would be like an earthquake
Crumbled walls, floors raining shattered glass
Ceilings thundering,
That the ground beneath me would split.
Pieces of earth would be eaten up
I would have to clamber and scramble
To not also be consumed.
I though I would hear wailing in the streets
That mourning would fill the sky like
The angel at Passover
Stealing the first love from my arms.
I thought I almost wouldn’t come back from this.
That I would have to pull myself, broken from under some great weight
Abandon my and scatter away with my life
That I would need to be Wonderwoman to survive.
I thought this would have killed me.
But there was a slight rumble
An empty picture frame,
And then business as usual.