Luck

To have ever seen you
     in the flesh,
To have ever felt
     your ocean breathe,
To have ever held you
     head to chest,
I would consider myself
     lucky.

Rituals in Mourning

Alone I wake,
Before light, horizon,
Shame, sin;

Alone I breathe-
Out, in,
Listening for a second
Heartbeat in the distance.

Alone,
I watch
Earth rotate
On it's axis-
Like you
Turning over
To greet me,

Turning over
To face morning,
Truth, together.