I can write: "I loved him
more than my own soul,"
and know that at last I am safe
from my too-much-love:
Everything is safe that is past.
Soul is relieved
and cannot help singing softly
to my (bigger) Heart:
and I stay here;
not quite remembering everything about his sometimes-love
and that I left him not-quite-alone.
I breathe out my love-endings
from broken cocoon-lips
from my softer Soul
to my stronger Heart.
Inspired by Pablo Neruda's Puedo escribir los versos
from 'Other Endings' in Goodbye Songs & Thank You Notes
Fiction is the lie that tells the truth ... (Neil Gaiman)