A cymbal sassed and blaring horns
Wind like clear whips with strands
Jarred her senses.
The visceral content of the moment,
Secret from friends,
Announcing what has been happening
This past year.
Having enjoyed the closest connection
Of her life, yet with the tiny detail
Of his absence taken for granted.
She felt the cold of fainting
And a hot star imploding in her softer belly
Finally, a crown of gold, though
like pins and needles.
She feared this, she forgot,
She fell home in bed at night
Laughing and smiling all alone.
She now regretted the long time
she dodged good advice.
He’s gone. Slipped out, a perfect exit.
His true colors flying like flags
In the sudden wind.
Empathy is Poetry 