Bereft - NaPoWriMo #4

The word

bereft

sits on my chest

both a heaviness

and an

emptiness

 

Like a cat,

lonely, enormous , and

exquisitely painful

 

But lovely too

it the way that music

can sometimes be

 

And I walk

through the world

like that

 

with that weight

and  that emptiness

on my chest,

in my chest,

 

I go through the empty motions

of a life,  of sorts,

and no one ever notices.