Where does a heart go
when it cries out?
Does the heart hunt
for what makes it weep,
cry so hard it leaves home?
Search for a lost
spouse, child, pet,
roam the empty world
try to find what
will never be again.
Is finding nothing
the only solace
that can stop the tears
and bring us home?
At home, the rooms
look the same
but a stark absence
sits in every corner,
immovable until time
makes it disappear.
Originally published in Mad Swirl