every time you get up and leave
your scent lingering on the sheets
I want one more moment
one more breath
one more look
one more
my heart walks away when you do
as you casually
pull your shirt over your shoulders
and adjust your belt
I’m dying inside
I would never have enough of you
I want to try
I want every look and every heartbeat
I want every line and every page
to have your name etched along my throat
healed by this balm of tears
it’s been mere minutes
since the latch quietly
clicked home behind you
an ellipsis of our time together
burying my face in your pillow
I want you more than anything
my hollow chest a testament
to the impact of your presence
now gone

tara caribou | ©2020

Read this and more in my poetry book, Four.

17 thoughts on “Hollow

  1. Something so loved and desired
    is no more with us to grab & hold
    those feelings were cozy & warm
    and now we feel to be with cold
    like a far memory for us to behold
    making us think about the past
    and stories that were never told
    we want to feel safe and we would
    when we build a greater stronghold.

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