

Every day without you
is a layer,
thin as nothing on its own
I didn't notice the weight
until I noticed
how deep I'd grown
under all of them.
Years
become strata.
Strata become stone.
I am being built out of an absence,
one grain at a time,
alone.
Sediment.
Everything
settles if you leave it long enough.
Sediment.
I didn't choose to become a record of this.
I just didn't move.
They say time
heals,
I say time just adds more weight
on top
compresses what's underneath until it hardens,
until it stops
being something that hurts and starts being something that holds the shape
of everything it buried,
every story it was told
Sediment.
Everything settles if you leave it long enough.
Sediment.
I didn't choose to become a record of this.
I just didn't move.