Filling in the Negative Spaces

I’m letting myself free fall

into the crater you’ve left behind.

Negative spaces protrude 

its slow spreading realization.

If I breathe, I can feel the crater filling up

with some verisimilitude of acceptance

that I should be mutable enough.

Particles of me fill in

as the essence that begins to linger at the very bottom.

Comfort,

that’s what I had to find for myself.

To feel my own body

take the space in my own home,

as if I had never been there 

despite having been, the whole time.