What’s Left

What’s left

after it is gone

is an echo of silence

an invisible radar blip

an odorless aroma

There is no proof

that it was ever here

no print in the mud

no smudge on the snow

not even a ripple in the water

And yet it’s not as if

it never was

It itches like an amputated limb

growls like an empty stomach

gnaws at the mind like

memories of a dreamless sleep

There is more here now

than there was before

and what is left

is full of emptiness