12/5
Sonnets From Other Lives: Lauren

There it is again—that hollow space—
the void where something she loved used to be.
Lauren liked to think there was no place
in her life for comfortable complacency—
that everything should matter—she would have
everything be fraught with great import—
thinking on it now—she has to laugh—
one more aspiration to abort.
Who knew emptiness could grow so heavy?
That nihility could offer so much weight?
There are assets & there are taxes levied—
losses that can never be replaced.
Looking on the wall—a shadow’s cast—
a lack of light she might well not outlast.