no other (snowflakes and ashes) pt. 1
Rheya Kelvin: Were you alone?
Chris Kelvin: Yes.
Rheya Kelvin: Was that difficult?
Chris Kelvin: It was easier than being with someone else.
Chris Kelvin: Yes.
Rheya Kelvin: Was that difficult?
Chris Kelvin: It was easier than being with someone else.
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.
And death shall have no dominion.
when one wants a hand taken
and the other takes that hand
one in the other slowly softly
fingers slipped between fingers
there is no other
no other like the one
who takes hand in hand
smiling side by side
for only this only this
and no other
•
he often couldn’t tell
snowflakes from falling ashes
and then he knew love
because the smallest gesture of hers
felt the same as her giving herself fully
the center of him rising like the sun
crystalline across the snowscape
•
her anger divided him from himself
left him looking into a cold flat mirror
separating snowflakes from ashes
falling down from the fire he lit and fanned
the failure of not letting her know this—
every and anything of her was always enough
•
this a garden built of her by her
a life lived by the sea and sand
an island gradually blanketed in ash
from forest fires smoldering beyond
like the thing he failed to offer
beneath the fear that anchored him
she would have no more of ashes
with saltwater and sun right there
•
he did not want to choose
between forgiveness
and her hand slipped
slipped slowly and softly
fingers slipped between fingers
hers into his
smiling side by side
there is no other
this was always always enough
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