Close To You

You seek.

What you cannot find,

What you cannot hold,

What you cannot truly let go.

Remnants of who you used to know,

So intimately.

So intricately…

The ripple of my laugh,

The scent of my clothes,

The furrow of my brow,

The light of my soul.

It’s all still here.                     

In whispers,

In ashes,

In rubble

And rotting bone.

I am.

Close to you,

The most fatal way.

I spring through your memory.

Then, I wither and fade.

I do not want,

Nor yearn,

Nor wonder.

At all.

For you,

Simply,

There is no more.