Always

forgive me for the
thought that I could hold
you bracing past alliances

yet still

holding on to
a peaceful desperation

shimmering gold aligns
with my heart a thread and
thimble, in a theater of Notion

breaching past the sun
across eons before the
light began: our line to now, is.

I know I’ve known no rest
and the days are long despite
the throw of loss –

But you wanted to go
And I tried, rang forgiveness
Pierced by the cobalt
drum of light and pain –

Always there was you
And then you were gone.

© K. James Ribble

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