You were like the stars

after it happened.

I could see you,

I could admire you,

but I couldn’t reach you.

I couldn’t hold your hand

as I crossed the street.

Couldn’t smile at you from

across the room as I

made a terrible joke.

I couldn’t feel you next to me

as I lay in bed wondering why

there was no warmth next to me.

I couldn’t smell you on my clothes,

couldn’t find you in a crowd

because you weren’t there anymore.

You weren’t there,

you weren’t anywhere.

k.e. 2/2/17