For Stella


Like sutures in a skull 

we have stitched ourselves together


two lives in apposition

at the measured pace of bone


smooth here

jagged there


a mountain range of moments 

tracked in zippered contour lines


which have led us, undeniably,

to the scree slope of your end


where I practice walks without you

through the rain wet grass



but stilling


so when you pass between the blades 

soaked in light, like the morning


I will wake to find you



a geography pierced

and seamless


a landscape shot through

with light.

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