coffin,
chisseled,
like her face.
displacement in time,
to be spun 360
yesterday we were together,
one by one,
one soul,
two people,
one shared soul,
now going separate ways,
she’s now off to judgement,
to her grave,
and I am to remain,
without my one,
without my own soul,
so the phone will be silent,
when I ring,
no one home
rip
ama.