THE WEAVE:

Vesta speaks…

It is normal, to mourn
a bond, before it is
over; bitter
and sweet.  Venus and I

make jokes, and hold hands
about it.  Grief is a slow leak
we do not patch.  She will leave
this land, and live in a language

I may not return to, unless
I get a vaccine.
I have said goodbye
to Love, enough

Times, to know an ending
is a phase.  And in
this Way, it feels
good to part brimming,

and not be
running a Way,
empty, never having
cupped my palms

to receive.