Three

I sit, waiting -for the silence between the heartbeats, the pause between each breath. /At the end of a falling star, or the flicker of a lightbulb – behind the half-closed door/  As the bird stops singing, and even ants run off to hide - I’m waiting.  

Gone

The trees will still stand when you’re gone, grass will still sway and the flowers will bloom. The ground will still nourish when you’re gone, your dreams will be lost to the earth. The wind will still blow when you’re gone, your love will sail the world. I will not be here, when you’re gone.