Truer now 
As it has always been
The grief that comes
When I am alone
Beyond the threshold
I’ve forgotten my place 

‘Are you okay? I’m always here if you need to talk’

To mobilize the loss
Into a feast for us all to share
I give the pearls of my heart
And watch you eat them 
Chew them
Grind into dust
And wipe the iridescent spit
On my eyes
So I can be something pretty
And loving for you to rest
Your eyes upon
In admiration

At dusk
While all are still asleep
I shine and sparkle
While I work
Sewing seeds into the roots
Of a butterfly bush
In the grass behind your house
Whispering softly to myself
That I will always want you 
To see me
To see yourself

Grip and release
The rope that holds us 
From flying off into space
Careen into oblivion
Of surrendering to 
The powers that be
Two gravitational pulls
From two distant moons
One bright and full 
The other shrouded and new
Suspended in the space between
With unyielding eyes
Holding tight
To opposite ends
As the moons orbit around 
Grip
And release