His and Mine

I laid him to the table,
my precious prince,
and I kissed his copper eyes,
and I let him
sleep his final sleep,
and I have not breathed
a single moment since
without feeling the loss of him,
heavy and deep.

He was mine in a way
no one else ever was.

I was his in a way
I will never be, again.

One day, I will dream my way
into wherever he has gone.

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