I will bake

a cake for you,

and then sit

in the silence of now,

and hold you close

in our eating together.

 

I shall cut

a sweet slice

far too large,

but not large enough

to fill that wretched

and bitter empty space

that has opened up

inside your soul.

 

And when our

sumptuous cake eating

is ceremoniously done,

and we both feel suitably ill,

I will hold you still

ever closer in

our remaining

time together

in grief’s dark cave.

 

10/10/2016