This feeling
when you lose someone
you never knew,
this feeling of loss,
of losing something
you never had.
The ghosts of memories
that could have been.
This feeling
when you want
to call your mom
but you don't know why.
This sudden obligation.
This great mystery
raveling and unraveling.
These small triggers
in life, utterly affecting,
that move you
in ways unexpected.
These shifts of sorrow
in the heart,
the dust blowing
through an empty room,
the shards
of a childhood
never lived,
on the floor,
next to the ghost of a father
deceased.
Are these just explanations
of the unexplainable?
The heart that has no bones
will not break.
