My Life in Empty Space
/Everyone has it
What they were was taken
Or left
Expelled with the trash
The residual leavings of life
Excreted lifeless empty
I am left with the holes
Of memory through the laughing smiles
The touch of a small hand
The eyes turned upward
Loving the birds
Especially the red ones
You remember those days of dressing up
She hated the attention of her favorite color
And was patient in the museums
Odd for a child her age
You wondered at the joy she commanded
Where would it take her?
You dreamt for her
Her choices viewed from immature bows and taffeta
Your charge to plan and dream for her
Until her design finalized by her seasoned choices
That season never came
And it was never planned for
Because there was no plan
And there was no life
That made an allowance
For unbearable terrible eventualities
Possibilities that are unthought
Through the moments and breaths
Of a child’s happy gasps
Of one more time Momma
One more time
What can we do with these empty spaces?
They will never be her
And what have I become living as a minus
From the memories of her in my heart
There is no reckoning of us left or of me
There is no me without us
And that is my life in empty space
By Giulio Magrini
From: United States
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