Tears drop as the rain falls

Why are you crying?

He will not remember,

this is not he,

but I love him still…

Ashau nash veh du

The rain falls;

he has quieted—

fire to warmth

now quiescent as the rain;

a child again, she hoped he'd be

Turning back, lost in the stars

This one, this new one,

he is rooted, grounded, sure;

not alone—skin against skin,

never torn from her heartbeat—

whole and incomplete.