Victoria Bassett-Wilton

And so, I keep you close to my heart,
the memory of us preserved
in a deep and glittering resin.
I would know you without form,
at the end of all things.
I released us dearly,
though I miss you terribly, lovingly.
Others do not know this –
this inexplicable allness
I feel for you.
It cuts through skin, and goes
further than bone,
ingrained in my core,
and . . .
I know.
Sand through my fingers,
each grain treasured and beloved.
I ache for you,
but I do not hold onto us,
I do not hope.
I let the path unfold as it must.