nga kayr’ng-la gawpo yö

Oh how I loved thee
How I imagined myself
On thy sweet chest
With my leg
Wrapped
Around thee
My hand
Upon thy upper arm
Warm....

You may deny
That I exist
But will you forget
The ways in which you loved me?
Will you forget
My acceptance of your comings
And your shortcomings?

Inside of us
Those holistic,
And juddering moments
That say who we really are?

And you
More than anyone
Do love me
And this, I know

But one's denial
Has a shelf life
And soon you will wake
And cry your salty tears
And so will I
And our child will be sorrow
Though once we hoped
it would be joy

That child is lost
to a sky burial of sorts
He vaporises now
That child we never got to love
That child who never was ........

ང་ཁྱེད་རང་ལ་དགའ་པོ་ཡོད་

(nga kayr’ng-la gawpo yö)

I have talked endlessly to my Wisdom Goddess....
And yet I have no answer to our loss