Kaczuska

white
empty
space

she left

a white,
round,
rock

wordless
speechless
eyes hold
the explosions inside
the melting
of the heart
and the memories in it

her face
and the sweet,
sweet smell of her cheeks

wouldn’t say
what happened last week
now she’s gone

no food in the fridge
no warm embraces,
touch or affection

just a giant,
gaping fucking hole
in my existence
that once nested her
and her memories
and her kisses
and loving broken Spanish
and loving broken Polish
random words in French
cupped inside hands full
of laughter
and memories…
and kisses…

and warm,
sweet cheeks..

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