After the Storm

one less bedroom filled,
one less plate to set,
one less thing remembered—
one less person to care for

this home has cracked and broken in places,
become a house too big and discomforting,
the space you left stirred up a hurricane
a mess we still wade knee-deep in

where is the relief we were promised
the packages of sustenance and peace
how are we to sift through your storm’s wreckage
and keep from bleeding out by the cuts and scrapes

blacks and blues your absence whipped
across our hearts, our flesh

how do we return to a gravity less home
without your love and life, reassurance
that nature is in order
that ll is right, all us just.

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