Catapulted to my chest, breath stolen,
In a second, swiftly,
Mundane ticking of the clock,
It keeps going, ruminating.
But I am somewhere else,
In another room, in another life
With a presence that I long for so dearly,
In a scene so vivid I can smell it,
I can feel her hand, hear her voice.
The empty ocean swells in my abdomen.
Aching for a scene I will never experience again.
A ripple of empty darkness.