between the noises of demolition too early outside my window
and the cacophonous rattle of the train as it rumbles by
I can still hear the broken beat of your heart machine;
like a clock it chimes out the hours, singing a lament at noon
the last hour I held your limp hand before they made me leave you
our two heavenly bodies spinning out of one another’s orbits
ethereally reaching for each other
forever striving for greater heights
I feel your absence in the abyss
of the mountains that have risen between us
of chaos and terror and uncertainty;
I try to keep between the fluorescent lines
to ground myself once more,
begging construction workers to stop for your healing