what’s the protocol for leaving behind forever?
I never thought I’d have to know.
within the comfort of your shadow my own grew bolder,
eclipsing the light I once believed was mine alone.
I filled your vacant outline with stardust and loved what I saw,
but you were just the image of my own scattered, shivering soul.
I never learned your heartbeat,
I only heard the echo of my own in the leftover space.
in the moments I was quietest I learned the art of leaving,
the art of loving a not-quite-loneliness.
in the web of our closeness we built between us a beating heart!
but that heart beats outside of us now.
we have to go there, too.