old lover facing death
mourning a partner’s death
you show me the pain, the wound
why do you call on me?
am I a bounty to be paid
in trade for your loss?
am I goddess mother Thetis
stepping from sea to sand
to soothe her bitter child?
am I Pallas Athena come
to make you taller, stronger
younger, or invisible?
mother, lover, bride — not I
nor anyone can save you
your loss is your own
a crescent moon is a sphere
of sorrow waiting for light
that hollow, that void
won’t heal, it holds
the world — earth, stone, tree
you can learn to shine alone
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