Empty are her open palms. Oblivion
rises in her irises.
All her inaudible words
are whispers now in storms of empty space.
Her recollection
is a chaos of absences.

Even her hair is empty sky, black and shining both, unreachable beside me, the unattainable stars, cascading night.

(c) Eric Robert Nolan 2023

Photo credit: Sarah Marie Jones, CC BY-SA 3.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0&gt;, via Wikimedia Commons, “Female nude portrait (cropped” [Further cropped by Eric Robert Nolan with creator’s permission via Wikimedia Commons]