I can’t even imagine
what it will feel like on the day
when you pack the truck
and drive out of town
to start your new life
I’ve tried to picture it
but it’s just the white-noise
of silence
and in the hollowness
my heart shatters
each tink of heart-pieces
falling on the floor of my new life
a cacophony of loss
to pierce
the hollow silence
and before
I can even sweep them up
and try to
fit them back together
a new sound begins
softly
in the distance I hear
the beginnings of music, ever-so faintly
and I recognize the sound
of healing beginning
and to
the strains of
the song of my heart
I sweep the shards
and start anew
