You are closer than ever
to your beloved.

It was never him.
How could it be?
He is not clear enough
to reflect your light
or strong enough
to hold your stillness.
You have been dashed to pieces
but this is not
your shattered ending.

See her standing
where ocean meets land,
feet sinking into
the soft surface of earth,
watching the waking sun
breathe gold into the sky.
She walks the shoreline
after the storm
and gathers you up—
blue sea glass and broken shell
worn smooth
by the toss of the tide.

You are in safe hands now—
your own—
as the sky continues
to change.