A necessary loss

This follows on from the Krishnamurti stuff, taking a long view on loss. Just about to do a counselling unit on Loss and Grief so maybe that is why it came to me whilst walking on the mountain nearby:

A necessary loss

I no longer believe in our tales of consuming love.

Being devoured does not enrich me,

And in making you mine

I subsume your otherness; acid-etch the ground of you

as well as your relief.

And yet.

In having been absorbed

I understand

that that death was a rehearsal,

My nothingness

a stripping bare to the essence.

Only in dark absence

would I allow my flesh to be reknitted

and another breath inspire.

Only in dissolution

Can the fracture be reset.