Ex

You were once my are,
my yes, my always.
You were for all time,
until death divided.

You, now my former,
no longer my present,
a stranger to my future;
no more climbing up calendars
together, the seasons blowing
past us in rotation.

You, once my why,
now my nevermore,
I am a fading phantom
on your cold arm as you
migrate to the opposite pole
of our sphere.

You, once my will and my be,
now gone and done.

Claire Juno, © 2016

 

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