Leaving
I left the safety of your arms
for the vacuum of outer space.
I looked back to see you mouthing
like a fish. I couldn’t read your lips.
My blood did not boil but
seethed beneath the skin.
My hands swelled, filling
the space left by yours.
I stared into the sun.
The last thing I remember, tears
were simmering in my eyes,
your name frozen on my tongue.
Karen Dennison
From Counting Rain (Indigo Dreams)
Karen Dennison 