You, my cherub,
will never know
how close you came
to never being here.

All my sweetness,
solicitude, and
everything I am.
It falls to you.
The debris of a burn out,
a scattering of ashes.

You, my pearl,
will never see
what I was
or how I searched
the cosmos of my youth.

Lizard-like, I slithered,
belly-down and biting
at my own blistered feet.

The deserts that I wandered
are greener meadows now,
their dunes all underwater,
or blown away to stranger places.

Ones that I have never seen.