Luminaria

Grief is solitary
work. How many days
did I have you?
I wish I could spread them
out in rows, sun-baked stones
that would fit in the palm
of my hand.
Something, anything
other than this nothing
in your place.

I want to be
weighed down.
But I forget
that vast distances
do not keep stars
from shining.

You are my countless
breaths, light
as air itself.

(c) Justine C. Tajonera

October 22, 2017

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