Not a hurricane,
just some wind – stronger than ever before.
A storm perhaps.
That came and passed.
I looked around.
Everything was wrecked, turned upside-down
broken, torn or missing.
I looked inside. Everything inside me was still.
Quieter than ever before.
There was silence as an afterthought.
There was a smell.
Of things gone.
There was the opening
of an empty space
that had once been full. Absence.
Memory overlapping the present.
Mirage of the past idle atop remains.