To watch you leaving...

is to know such pain, it's jagged edges tearing into my soul. As a
staake from the garden tears into the warm, dark earth.

To watch you leaving...

Knowing all the while that never again will I fit myself, warm with
sleep, against your solid back. Nor hear your steady breathing. Or feel
the beating of your heart.

To watch you leaving...

Aware in every moment of every day that my dreams, my future; once tied
with silken ribbons to yours, will never come to be.
And the mornings once so silent and hopeful, us gazing at the mountains
and so gently awaiting forever- are now but small pieces of my past

To watch you leaving...

Your heart a tight fist of anger and your dry eyes betraying nothing of
you. I cry for both of us, my love, because you will not.

To watch you leaving...

Is to know that I've lost my place on this Earth. My station. My heart's
home. That I wander, forever a nomad. Alone and afraid. And in my
troubled dreams watch you leave, again and again.

For the Balance of my Days

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Midsummer, in the year 100 MA.