You are not here
as a page takes words
or marrow fills bone,
but you are as close.
I cannot hold you
body to body,
yet you fulfill my time,
my living awareness,
heartbeat and breath.
Truth-consciousness
is the sine qua non
of Being’s truth.
Dust thou art
is not division,
heart of my soul,
but calls me to follow
the smile you smiled
the night you were to die.
Unspoken love
rent the veil between.