the heaviness of emptiness 

it all hurts
every vessel in my body that pumps blood
pumps pain

my thoughts halt on this tiny memory of her tiny face
it paralyzes me even though somehow i keep moving

my arms ache again —
how can that be, when i’m holdng him?

but my arms ache for her,
in this expansive space where she belongs

the heaviness of this emptiness
at times seems too much to carry