You are my dreaded companion,
hollowing me with a razor-edged scoop,
until I am ragged, and raw.
You are a purveyor of pain and delight,
that you weave into an umbilicus,
a connection that must be cut,
severing us from one another.
But are we?
This scarred and broken body,
gave birth to you in a sacred, crystalline moment
and is still imbued with your sweet, sweet
Darling, and dreaded,
companion that I long for,
tell me the story we learned upon awakening;
that love and joy and sorrow and loss,
are all the same.
That as I clasp your hand in mine
and press it to my heart,
you are already letting it go,
and your echo is all that remains.