I look at the abyss.
It isn't mine
anymore.

It's yours.

I feel you reaching up
toward me
ready
to pull me down.

No longer
do I reach
back for you,
no longer
do I join you
in the prison,
plummeting,
slashed
on the slippery
sharp stone
soul's protection
torn away.

I stand alone
but
it isn't lonely.

I look
at the abyss.
It isn't mine
anymore.

It's yours.

I don't miss it.

Will I soon
not
miss you?