THE FROZEN ECHO OF YOUR PRESENCE

your scent

infused into the walls

frames the rectangular mummified silence

left by your absence

shimmering ghostly icons of your body

rise and fall

parallel to me

as the empty shadows of your body enfold me

in the unpredictable bedroom twilight

faint pockets of negative space

places where you once stood sighed contemplated

are scattered about these rooms

tiny galaxies of black hole singularity longing

revolve steadily around your photographs

displayed carefully on green marble

positioned outside of time

a memory

a replica of a brief moment

a nanosecond glimpse of languid ardor

that saturated me

locked me down

deadbolted me to the floor

returns

drifting remnants of your glance

fallen down from the space your presence occupied

not so long ago

circle my hand

i clutch at them in vain

and grasp air