POETRY

In the Wake

A poem

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In the wake of the rupture
What’s next?
Echoes
in my ringing drums
and in my chest, the
thump thump, thumping
thought of you
gone
with shallow breaths
I learn my limits
I’ve made my bed
before I sleep
all to myself
and in the night
dark eyes awakened
I beg
your pardon