How can something that’s gone
weigh you down so much?
They say energy is neither created
nor destroyed
so then tell me,
why do this space feel so vacant?
Perhaps I was simply living vicariously
through your reckless inertia
and came to a screeching stop when you left.
Or maybe your love
was never a tangible entity
capable of reciprocity,
rather a fallacy I dreamt up in your image.
Poetry