Emptiness & Emptiness


If grief is someone walking out a door,

someone taking the last ripe peaches

and leaving nothing, not even their scent,


if grief leaves you encountering only a scarf’s

edge fluttering at the edge of darkness

or the edge of daymares, 


if grief leaves you sleep deprived,

your eight pound head so much heavier and 

your reality empty of emptiness,


remember the faint life that was,

remember the life once pinned 

to this world’s clothesline


and your feet still rooted in fertile soil. 






Melva Sue Priddy