loss

Not a whole lot to say, other than it's over. It's over. Finally.
Now, if only my heart can realize it the way my head has.

Loss
this ache
catches me unaware: a flash
of blue
roses, hung
upside down
in my stomach, lumps
in my throat, tears
I swallow hard
against bile, rising
retching dreams: nothing left now
to spit out.
empty.
do I believe, again: can I
hope? tell me
how.

Julia Hendrik
January 8, 2009