By Desirae Mercedes Chacon

your only 6 feet away
but it feels like countless miles
i guess the deepest sleeps occur with granite pillows
now you’re the coldest person with the warmest heart
now you reside in the quietest neighborhood in town
where the wind through the pines and the occasional flight of sparrow wings carry the loudest conversations
i used to dive into love so freely and fully
i still love as fully but
now i tread lightly for my heart is heavy from the pain of losing it all
the intensity is something
i try not to think about
the anger stage of grief they call it
the civility of keeping wildfires at bay
is a composure
since you laid beneath blankets of green grasses
is it funny
i like sitting beside you
laying words on this silent earth
conversing in this quiet world
carrying the quietest conversations
aside from the loudest world.