Do you ever think of me
While you do the exact things we used to do
With someone new?

At every stage -
Every step you took towards a more serious relationship -
I wondered
If you were telling me because you still wanted me
To say
"No.
Not with her.
I still want you."

But who am I to say such things
When you could be happy

I wish I could hold you like
Songs hold memories
Plants hold light
Stars hold wonder
Hands hold hands
Eyes hold contact

You've told me a story
But
Would you tell it again?
I was too wrapped up in how
Your tongue teased the air,
Your lips hugged the vowels,
Your teeth bit the consonants,
And your jaw drove the rhythm
To hear what you were saying.

N: how did you know?

M: she wants her lifeless body dealt with the same way I do - her useful bits given to those who need it, the rest returned to the earth. in the form of a tree.

N: you base this **** on things after death?

M: well....she also wants to live the same way I do. similar enough ideals for cohesion, with enough difference for intrigue and growth. we have a lot to work on but...she feels like the home I want to work on it all in.

We are born
Whole, and empty
We die
Broken
Repaired
Shattered
Stitched
Darkened
Enlightened
Sliced
Scarred
And full.

How do you mourn something
You never had?

Sometimes minds change and
Forever
Isn't always eternal.

But I have felt your heart
And she is very much alive.