When you read her note ...
at the second
mention of depression alerted by the first,
leaving in a
vacuum, your heart deserted,
somehow fluttered in the emptiness,
and echoed hollow chill
inside this place you think.
Your face is cool, your breath is gone.
Along the path your longing (yes, it's longing) exposes some bare truth
like a single tuft of moss and lichen,
joyous color in a frozen
winter wood --
so you see you see. You see you see?
Oh, you are so
alone, heartless, breathing here amongst your fellows.