She knocked on my chest
And found nothing.
It was hollow -
Filled with emptiness
But before she left
She had forgotten to
Check just beneath
The second rib on my left side
There,
Her name will remain
Carved into my bone marrow

She knocked on my chest
And found nothing.
It was hollow -
Filled with emptiness
But before she left
She had forgotten to
Check just beneath
The second rib on my left side
There,
Her name will remain
Carved into my bone marrow