The world around me is breaking
Slowly dripping then sinking
into a ground that has been
too oversaturated
with the realities of our lives.
So what was,
will only puddle,
giving us dirtied reflections
of the past weeks
—months
Poor world that was,
your demise was inevitable
to me, had it not been
I definitely would have lost
It. Take heart
that your loss
through that change
creates an entirely new
transient world.
Maybe you are gone,
but your absence
is not emptiness.
By Christian Cassidy-Amstutz