REMISSION
The Elevation Review, April 2022
I was ok, things had slowed down
I got the sense you disagreed
tap. tap tap
every day, I’d ask what the knocks
against my sternum were—
who exactly they were meant to serve
I thought maybe:
it was some morse code summoning
the ghosts of good things past,
maybe they got buried
a few layers beneath
But it was always a shake of your head,
followed by an untraceable expression:
“No.”
I waited in the balance
“Just checking how the hole is healing”
Big pause
tap. tap.
“Still sounds little hollow.”