The Chamber

A cavernous hollow
one area of my heart
long shut
‘til you broke in,
is now emptied by
your vacating.

It echoes my loneliness
to any near enough
to hear it.

To my ears every wind
carries on it
your name.

Night time
in the hollow

The hardest
time for me—
practicing belief
that I
am alone
deliberately.

Pretending to ignore
the recurring
butterflies as
my resistant parts
insist on waiting for
the call I know
isn’t coming.

Hear now the
raging battle between
head and heart
as it threatens to
rend me apart
exploding me
at my naval.

Here now it
almost seems possible
enough love
can resuscitate
that considered dead
before it’s time.

©2009 Shari Lynne Smothers

Prompt: Write an explosion poem or an implosion poem. This is my poem for Day 17 of November 2009 PAD Chapbook Challenge, from Poetic Asides.