The Missing

one call can make
or break
a healing equilibrium
a single shard can cut
the umbililical chord
of safety. Of normalacy.
Interpreted by lines
of wire, electronicaly composed.
come from depths of space
and back
in form of satallite.
And like falling meteorite,
burns the whole world down.
Only to turn around
and feel the ground
still firmly planted underneath
Three little words
can bring almost-tears
from this bound, dark
absent(soul)
or one that is
barely there at all.
Carefully i evaluate
everything, laid out on a table
made of the missing.