23 Feb 2016

SOULMATE



A door opens.
The air of dissolution
freights the wind.
Calving like an iceberg
part of me is
sheared away
pressed through the gap
to a better place.

Void pains and frets
but in mourning its
passing
I see the way it
has shaped me
with its form.

Strengthened now,
I bid farewell
although lessened
slightly
I am all
the stronger
for him.