I walk into rivers to get lost in the seas,
I hurt amongst people who’ve never known what it means,
In and out of grace.
You fell in love with the Sun,
When the Moon was your home.
You wanted its light, though I gave you my own.
I don’t know what I’ve done,
To make you this way.
I don’t know who has come,
And swept you away.
When the Stars were your soul,
You slipped away with the Noon.
How was I to know that you weren’t my own.
I mourn you, more than I have any other;
Every morning I wake to draw lines using your ashes;
Across my chest;
Where you used to lay, warm and sun-kissed.
Along my thighs;
Where your hands would explore the roused gooseflesh of my stimulus to your touch.
Dotted on my hips;
That you held onto, as our bodies transformed into sound and colour,
Resonating within the walls of our being, exploding through the pores of our skin;
Till we become but two bodies, bathing in the luminescence of each other’s souls.
I mourn you, as I unlearn me,
Tonight, and forever.