“Reconciliation” by Nettie Farris

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After you left, the days became interminable. There was the usual busyness, of course, each day and throughout the day, but between the busyness, and within the busyness, there occurred long moments of indeterminate length in which I thought of nothing but you and not you, which was the empty space(s) you left, which were replaced with 0s. I suppose it would have been more wise to forgo the 0s and allow the spaces to fill in, with other men, other things, but I could not. So, when I awoke, and planned the day ahead, I saw an endless string of 0s before me, sort of like π, which goes on and on for eternity.  When I attended the theatre,  0 sat to my left. When I went to dinner, 0 sat across from me and drank half the wine. When I went to bed, 0 lay next to me, your pillow beneath his head. But now, finally, I don’t think of you anymore. Your pillow is now mine, and 0 no longer exists.  There’s no space to fill in. No space between us at all.

-Nettie Farris

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