you were weightier than my expectation.
perhaps you were trying to press me
that I not muddy the occasion of receiving you
in a haze of my own dark hiding.
you weighed me down
and smelled faintly of fear.
I could not imagine you a person at such a scale.
I could hold you like an infant - you were that small now.
but oh, your cremation taught me that your soul-
it was much larger than the cosmos.
I saw you flying and you left a vapour trail in your wake.
I knew you wanted to be set free
but the rumbling of a distant family war cry delayed me.
only I knew and held your final wishes in my heart.
like a woman fighting off tigers...
they came for you.
to dishonor you.
the irony was I fought for you
only to ultimately release you.
even I did not have right to possess you.
you slipped through my fingers
and vanished for evermore.