I am a cracked vase
Fragile
Almost worthless.
You were my unsustainable flower
My nectar.
Now I am empty
As your love did seep slowly away.
No resistance was possible
No glue to bond the
unbondable.
No words to console
The inconsolable.
But hope remains
I feel your essence
In me and all around me.
The fragrance of your soul
is my ether.
Somewhere, somehow
You are me and I am you
Heaven knows it.
—Kathleen Ellis Faulkner
