departure

his love a ship with sails full of momentum force and brass
he journeys into the sun without pause
my fingers once deeply wound in his thick hair must let go
watch the memories slip away, into the torrential ocean
into the unknown, unforeseen,
into god's hands

my lungs fill with the salted air of tears, longing, and perplexity
why is the fullness of the moon no comfort, nor the steadiness of the ground
beneath my feet?

the tempo of his heartbeat was my compass and with his departure
arrives a dizzying sickness,
deprived of magnetic balance to alter the spinning of each day's rotations
which way is up?
when I breathe at times I am compressed, as if underwater

his love is sailing with a steadied hand and a golden hue
and I look on from the pier surrounded in white, blankness
not lost in the black of mourning but almost as somber,
stripped of color, desire, and movement

I am in stillness, an observer of
the procession of dominos collapsing day by day, minute by minute
viscerally aware of the demolition of each tender hope
the silent procession a full extension of the many dreams that were born
and are now being decimated

his love a ship with bellowing strong wind speed
hurrying him to safety, to the attendance of sea-gods and the absence of humanity
to the depths of the past buried and the present in command, a stronghold,
locked doors and treasure kept secret- away from greedy hearts
ever preserved and long lasting is his immunity

his love is a direction, a departure
my heart, the potential energy from which his fuel was gathered and now
ready sprung, full forward,
all hands on deck he sails

all dreams a memorium
to honor and leave behind