After

He said his final farewell from another world.
A world I am no longer a part of.
A world in which I’m dead.
A world I can never return to
For fear of planets colliding
And worlds collapsing.
He disappeared before he could tell me
The one thing that meant the most
To me
To him
To the end
We saved the world, he and I
But we forgot to save ourselves
And I was stolen
I was stolen and he was left.
He walks to me, a ghost
In a place far from my home.
A place for the wolf to howl at the sun
I see but cannot touch him
And he looks but barely hears.
For the nova that has cast him is to weak to make him real.
It’s hard to see him now,
Harder to see by the second.
I tell him what I’ve told him
Without speaking it before
I know he’s always known,
But the knowing’s not enough.
It’s the saying that means the world
It’s the breathing that holds him close.
I cry when he fades into the nothing that I have left
And I know there’s no returning to emptiness.
Not for this.
Not for me.
But for him, the only reality is the broken place.
I fall to the sand, no one to catch me
He is not there
A picture floating in the air
A hologram of what I wish could see me now.
And then nothing but the Norwegian wind to look upon me.
Nothing but the beach to catch my knees.
And I become the bay wolf, as lone as I.