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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