infrasound

the cells in my body tell me
that she’s not gone,
just whisked away
like egg whites in a soufflé.

and while it’s true that i’ve been left bruised
and decaying,
i can still hear sweet conspiracies
muttering in my soul
like elephants murmuring to one another
on the plains of africa

and i sigh deeply, as silly stories are shared,
and i think about how awfully glad i am
that God made me
to carry her forever

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