Nothing felt right when she left.
It felt strange to put one foot
in front of the other.
Strange, to feel my lungs,
expanding with air
filled with the smell of so many places.
Strange, to speak normally,
ask how long I needed to stay,
to loiter at this impassé
Strange, to not feel her presence,
her calm, her spirit.
I tried to put on a brave face,
to smile, and wave, and say “text me!”
She didn’t wave back
She didn’t even turn around.
The phone rang
and I didn’t have a chance
to let her know how much I love her
before she flew away
into hours of silence and sadness.
Time, how cruel and relative you are.
I miss her.