​Tonight
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.

Tonight
my (tenderer)
Soul is relieved​​​
and cannot help singing softly
to my (bigger) Heart:

'He (dis)appears!'
into yesterday

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​​​​
like butterfly-kisses
blown

from my softer Soul
to my stronger Heart.​​​​