Wake to the pain. It is fresh as light, new in the moments its causes remain forgotten.
You reach down to touch the sensation. You guess at its location. You find feet and hands instead – realizing the whole instrument.
When it hits you, it will sound the alarm. Your body will sing into sweat and grief and rage at abandonment.
First, reach deeper to feel the wound. Sit up in bed. What will answer it? Will you need an army? Will you need a new lover? Will art open you?
Go to the places he went with you. Smell the roses out of your memory. Place them on the ground.
Go to his hometown which you will not recognize. His perspective to dissipates to air, to gray city. He is unknown.
The morning generates a morning and a new day. Tender, the pain is wrapped and held. Tender, it dissipates. Memory loosens. Find yourself in air.