He was
leaving.

Us,







me,
was leaving.

He held me like a crystal vase
Catching diamond tears with two broken fingers


that played across the strings of my

freshly washed hair.
Telling me,

promising,
It would be

alright.
that he

loved.



Me.
Would

miss me .
I clasped in my throbbing




He held me in the darkness,
Not one before like me.

and we stayed there
his love warming me to the knees
my heart worn on his wrist.

we stayed there

and then we left,


my departure made in certainty:
him, to dreams before his eyes,

me, to wait,
me, to keep



a promise
still unspoken

and yet
to be made

drunk in his comforting


and alive



in his eyes.

Him, always knowing

where there was home.
Me, contemplating my refusal of

other
hands.