I carry you with me
Like a brightly painted stone
Like a paper scrap unwound, a scroll drawn from a hidden
casing.
I rest you in my palms
Cupped as though to drink
As though with splintered lips to draw you in.
Let there be peace in that.
Let there be comfort in invisibility,
And faith in silent mourning, celebration.
There are no partings,
Be that bane or boon.
I carry you with me.
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