Tectonic

How your death shifted everything.

Split me off from that part of myself

once lithospheric with part of you –

began the drift that would detach me


from a continent of memories

raised by the years of our colliding.

I felt the deformation at once;

registered the seismic crack of grief


in the plates of my skull. No longer

isostatic; landmass of our shared

world cleaved yet cleaving. A natural

event, but occurring out of time.