Holding

I hold the space 

The silence 

The distance between 

Every part of us that was once Pili 

I tell myself the sacred story called letting go 

Every morning

I say your name until 

The water of you washes over me 

Until I am submerged I the memory of you

Until I learn to move 

Under the weight of that love 

I become a stranger to myself in your company 

A woman of all limbs 

But no feelings 

I am the stoic figure called forgotten 

And every minute the breath I caught from the back of your throat 

Grows further away 

So I turn in your direction 

Hoping to catch another 

Or perhaps your glance 

But as far as I can tell 

You never look back