One Moment

In a moment
I heard solitude, the icy sting of loneliness, plunged into 40 below, reckoned with souls who wander windy moors all grey and swept by grit and emptiness.

This cavernous longing, this sensation of constantly falling through the dark is like subsisting on glass and ash. Insides become shards.

In a moment
I heard love lost, and entertained rumors of a hurt so deep it cuts to the quick of the soul; this the tender rawness underneath that threatens to fester once exposed.

I tasted acid fear, an invisible sickening grip sliding from my heart to my bowels, wringing me twisted, inside-out.

My love, to lose you would be to feel all this for one moment stretched into eternity, until I forgot to feel. Until I forgot to breathe.