After so many years, there are still
No words; but how can I apologise
For nothing to no one?

In my imagination, there is
An empty space, a gap in the world
That would have belonged to her,
But in the part of my mind that sees
Reality, there is someone else to fill it,
Someone loved, wanted, happy.

We are more than just biology, I know,
But surely there must be a point
At which we begin to transcend it;
A beginning of our humanity, of our
Consciousness, of our selves.

A soul is not something we have:
It is what we are, the very essence
Of us, and our bodies are merely
The vehicles that transport us
Through this world, through this life.

So perhaps it was only the
Empty space that ceased to exist,
The seed of the self finding another
Earth in which to grow, different
Soil through which to push roots,
A better meeting of nature and nurture.

In that case, there is no apology
Because there is nothing wrong.
She was not denied her life,
Her being, her self: she is who
She was always meant to be,
Growing to fill the space
That was always going to be hers.

01/18/2019

Posted on 02/08/2019
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