Dare I?

10/06/2020

Dare I speak of that which
Numbed me so?
Dare I think of what wasn't?

That I felt the hand on those white sheets

Soft, informal, yet cold as snow
I felt the last, and expected yet more
In me.

And when the font was taken

The diamond ripped from the vessel
I thought only of my enlightenment, but

My hand continued to hold

This husk.
Until the silence permeated
Every fiber of my being

So I left him there.

This cold and empty thing
Which was now also
Me.