Void

Like an aircraft trapped
in an air pocket,
I shudder now.
Two hands spread out
like an eagle looking for the
usual support in a never
ending space,
I freely fall to the pit
of my mind, now full of
breathlessness, as you walk
away from me slowly
to fill up voids that you
created some years ago,
in some other place, not aware
that when Goddesses move from
place to place, they always
leave their mark in forms of
catastrophe, either here,
or there.