How long did you lie there?
Crumpled like discarded waste
Slowly decaying into ash, so
Putrid not even the vultures dare feast.
Did you wait with your body?
Slowly seeping from soft flesh,
Not yet ready to relinquish your grip,
Little fleshy slugs coiling up;
Their heads peaking sideways.
Hands clasp, molding tissue.
Clay so susceptible to indentations,
Yet you had never recognized,
How faulty these compressions are.
How did you realize?
Symmetrical bone understands
What she never will
One palm embraces another,
Knows what hers cannot.
Are we made to intertwine?
When she found you, we waited.
Placing those worms amongst the dirt,
But you found no comfort.
Maggots deliver messages
But the larva is poor with snail mail.
So let go.
Time to understand has long passed.