Dear Friend,

I think about you in how alike to me
Sensorially-starved yet surrounding

Where I had words you held the keys
How did you lean into their guidance?

Mapper of mirror-scapes captivated
Held enraptured within own demise

Stained glass spellcast ascensionisms
Black-lit by loss of soul’s compromise

Dearest, what charm could be woven
Securing your heart safely reclaimed?

Could we gift each other redemption
Held secret within source of flames?

What was the price for those favors
Infused by promised mutual benefit?

Light no longer suck-sallowed gray inked
With the strength of pitch-black midnight

Aching to heal our grief beckons my hands
Quivering to deliver wounds washed clean

Steel shards still imbedded within my heart
Will my spirit to embracing our magnetisms

It seems we are the question’s answer
In ways only divine elements conspire

And I ponder in wonder at vast galaxies
Granting bequethment of you by my side