Deva, I don’t come with answers
Only with the breath I still have
The weight in my chest
The love that lingers after loss
I meet you in the stillness
In the breath that does not fill
In the moment before letting go
You are the dark well
The silence between names
The presences that arrives when all else leaves
I offer you what has outlined its shape
Old grief
Fractured stories
The parts of me clinging to what is already gone