Soul Mate Gone

Thus far the quick moment: the quick moment

This escort will be, is wearisome

For all to speak of

And easier for it. Sharing is only a quick moment,

A quick moment passing, a quick moment beyond it

We cannot stop it. It cannot speak, when it will last

From where it brings its authority

Its warmth, its filling,

That it can draw away into the body

Where only it can keep by being, or by

A moment stay,

         and it can hold all while tough

With the refuge of talking,

And everything said, and outsides and the cold

         Feelings move away

Beyond the way, into the oceans.

I can say now