I wish I could hold you, now
shattered by grief, and
offer some scaffolding
for your defeated
and mauve-speckled body that
starvation embittered.
Your ****** attempt at some
strange, new beginning

Can’t save something broken by
hands of unspoken
regret that you savor, a
poison you favor.
A tree blowing over, its
trunk rent asunder,
a sick, bitter hurricane
I cannot weather

These long thirteen months bear the
constant reminder
that you are still with me, a
dead thing departed
but not truly gone as your
roots channel through me.
That mauve speckled body, a
truth stapled to me