Gone
by Lexi Segall
Reach toward emptiness-
he grips sheets between
trembling fingers.
Impressions are left on
pillows, memories
wrapped in sheets.
Remember-
the melody of her laugh, the way
the sunlight hit her hair,
framing her face, falling
down her shoulders,
her falling on him, him falling for her,
falling.
He understood now the phrase falling
in love. At six years old, riding a bike
felt like flying and falling on pavement
was a pain like no other. Now, love was
living life with no limits, the freedom of
driving with windows down and music
blasting, an achingly beautiful symphony
that he never wanted to cease playing.
Love lost makes him want to hop back
on that bike and never look back. Pedal
until his lungs ache, his calves burn.
Try to change his mind state but he
knows it’s impossible
because she’s gone, never coming back.
He moves to the couch. He tries but
has not forgotten her warmth.
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