I have evidence of a woman
who loved me so completely,
traces of her linger in cells
that line my cheek and ear.
All the years together
we traveled, miles ribboning
behind us as if we might
outlast it all.
The whole weight of her
footprints has gone to dust,
a vessel of memory
scattered to the wind.
Boxes of letters wilt
in the attic heat.
Memory has the words.
Here is my proof,
set in a heart no one
else can ever see:
For a while we roamed
this life, one proud creature.
She fell away
I could not stay.
In the still part of night
though
I feel her breathe.
