There you sit
upon a transformed spool.
Your partial being
now collecting ashes of our revelry.
Could they have been otherwise used
more foul?

If I’d only known better.
I might grind you up and toss you into the ocean.
So you could again
be whole.

My whole being feels connection now.
As all you are and have been
brings me ever closer
to my love.

Will we too, wonder in?

She and me?
Our own metamorphic duo
to be?