today
there’s one less woman in the world
or rather
there’s someone who was here before
who isn’t anymore
really
she left us months ago
but still
her absence tugs against
the things that tie her to me
and together we hum
she and I
we vibrate we sing
like her living
her passing moves me
moves the web
of interconnectedness
that holds us together
and movement is noise
and so we cannot help
but sing
poem (c) 2017 D. Ohlandt
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