beneath him
i remember
where we died,
where we belong. for a little while,
death is perched in the tall pines above,
a vision of retribution
a reminder of our exile.

above him
i find god
a world within
the space between breaths
the ancient currents of sorrow.
we can only partially glimpse
the other sea
the other shore
but as i hold his death inside me
i know what none have ever known.
i taste the goodness in him.

it was not wasted
my love
it was not madness
but grief that led us here.


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