Now that you are gone
I would expect to flee
this carapace whose windows
open to an empty space
filled with disembodied dreams
and treasure troves of loves debris.
Defenseless eyes peer dutifully
in search of what was you and me.
Lush murals splayed across the walls
are faded tones of ash and loss
and corners that held vivid dreams
are stacked with ebbing memories.
I am all that remains
yet when I look at me
I see right through.
art by Guy Finlay “Letting Go”