Yours and Mine

Your altar there

Gray stone

Carved into shapes of saints

Holds your body

(What's left of you)

My legs here

Prop up my shaking form

Paper thin and a fountain

Of eyes

(What's left of me)

I know I should go on

As I know you do

But your last breath

Took mine too

#poetry

#death

#grief

#toosoon

#still