Tomb

Farewell, my immortal effigy,

chiselled out of hope

and fractured memory,

pieced together, ardently, in minds eye

To kiss those lips carved of stone,

moulding your response to fit my own,

You do not exist

and yet

When the wind enfolds you

and caresses at your hair,

I see your body tense, and trace

your form, meeting warmth, not air

You did not know we were entwined

and yet I released your hooks and eyes

to pull out of you sweet words,

lyrics, for long I’ve pined

But those are not your words

for the breath you breathe is but my own,

for all my sorrow, you are merely stone.

December 2024