Another poem about grief

Photo by Richard Hamlow, circa 2010

Is this phantom

pain

in my head

where your memories stopped?

in my heart

torn from its moorings

and reinserted

crushed

and stuttering?

or is it

in some

as yet undiscovered organ

that orients

my existence

in relation

to every dear one’s breath

wrenched

from its roots

and continuing to bleed out

in hiding?