It left like a cloud, perspired from my being
Drifted in the December air, evaporating with hot tears
Swirled white in the sky with the gulls flying freely
Dancing and spinning while I watched from the pier.
I felt it leave, a sickening vacuum of nothingness
If I were to slip through the wooden slats and slide
Deep below the aqua foam and bubbling waves
I would feel no sorrow, no burden, no loss, no pride
And they look through me, transparent, an abyss
A flimsy shell by the ocean, hollow not whole
Something is missing, it’s no longer with me
My 21 gram soul