et eurydice

i feel hollow.
i’ve felt like this for a long time, i think,
but it’s easy to forget when the music blocks
the sound of my unbeating heart.
catharsis. katabasis. what’s the difference?
something inside of me has broken.
something inside me was always broken,
and now it is breaking you too.
sweet release of the abyss
i am already three months dead.
weep not for me, my dear,
for i can feel no sorrow but emptiness.
this is the punishment of your gaze,
the crushing weight of being loved.