Frequencies

I am still stamped in the moment
before you vanished
in thin air
of a goodbye’s aftermath.

I still am bowing the arrows of my sorrow,
maybe I shall be able to pierce the distance
and crack the wall
that separates me and you.

I am still suspended
in the sway of your farewelling arm.

pendant and swung
in the fractures of us
and distance
forever, quivering.