infrasound

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the cells in my body tell me that she’s not gone,
just whisked away
like egg whites in a soufflé
or snowmelt in a mudslide

and while the world has become muted,
sometimes i hear her giggling in my soul,
like an elephant murmuring
on the plains of africa

and i sigh deeply,
as echoes of what should have been
bounce around my soul

and i think about how awfully glad I am
that God made me
to carry her forever

Where has your child gone, do you think? Where do you feel them?