I am Yours
and You are everyone and
everything and all
that comes between, split up
in the seemingly im-
perfect [[way]] it always
was and will [[be]], until you [[wander]] in
and drown beneath the weight
of that first Word, this final

one last silhouette
standing still before the Face
uttering that fragrant sentence,
having figured out you
were never alone,
[[not]] even [[now]]
at the end of everything
and - in your laughing tear
a crack - the coming dawn,
our promised due.