Thirteen Weeks and a Day

A Poem

Photo by Ava Sol on Unsplash

You’re the cold breeze on

a cloudy day.

The same shaking, cold feeling I felt

when I realized you were

part of my body.

You’re the strange warmth at

night.

A feeling of home,

a feeling I have yet to feel.

Despite my body being your home

for thirteen weeks and a day only.

I’ve never felt home in this world.

Your emptiness in my emptiness,

an absence so noticeable,

even though you never touched the earth

your presence was felt

as strongly as a storm, as

a wave hitting sand,

like the earth crumbling for the places that

you yet to see and step foot upon.

You’re the world, despite never

entering it.

But my body feels you in the world

as though it could’ve been.

But maybe,

just maybe,

your entrance into this world was far too great.

Because oceans would part,

snow would

fall like

rain,

winds would create hurricanes

for the changes, you’d bring.

Although you’re not here, my body

feels these things, these

experiences

you’ve longed to feel

but never had the chance to.

As my body was your world, just for only

thirteen weeks and a day.

This is your way of showing me what

you felt

right before you slipped away.