The Aroma

Standing apart, invisible to all, and
yet beside the body of the beloved —
you may live from the aroma alone
like a divinity of ancient times
(subsisting on the odor of sacrifices:
burnt birds and calcinated bones).
You sorrow with the deepest sorrow
known: sorrow of everything passing,
the incapacity to reach out and touch,
frozen in memory on your stone root.

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