photo by Tara Thayer Public

It's about the empty spaces.

It's about a man going up and down
the stairs for the woman he loves
with a glass of water and pills
he might have wished at least once
they were magic beans.

It's about life escaping our bodies

inevitably
smoothly
silently

and about us having weak hands
in spite of our strong will.

It's about the empty spaces
when you're gone,
and the unsettling silence left behind.

Kenia Chris