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.