This hurt remembering

Gets no relief from passing time.

Days flow through months, then years.

Your space, still void, unfilled.

This yearning bubbles

Then 'or flows, unstoppable.

Catching big jagged pieces of you

That always remain.

Life without us has this look.

You, threaded between my thoughts.

Held in my mind's eye

Real, tangible, just out of reach.

These memories spurred by a song,

Or a moment of quiet pondering,

A glimpse of a Renior.

Your breath comes softly on my skin.

Born by a full moonlit night, a rainy morning,

And even, sunlight playing with clouds in a blue sky.

My sighs ascend, inscense and suffering

As my choice burns.

e.c. 2009