e g r e s s
stream of consciousness
what a thing
to watch you trapped in the
confines of your skin
aching to peel yourself out.
to remove the suit
and become the stars.
to bear witness
while you labored
and birthed yourself
out of this world
a journey-mate
only one of us
reaching the destination.
walking you to the edge
a faithful pack mule
released back into the desert
before the oasis.
and you let go.
finally.
into
or
out of
existence.
i inhaled
your final
exhale.
slivers of you
coursed through me
like memory
your stories
fractals
burrowing into my cells.
the chemically altered sigh of
death
unleashed into the room.
and i breathed you in
like a final goodbye.
filled my lungs full of you.
pressing my lips together tight
as if i could trap you here.
for a moment i tasted the heavens.
i savored the light
that enveloped you as you
departed
as you slowly moaned out the
last
last
last
of your earthly existence.
i imagined
what you witnessed
as that final sustenance
left you
and entered me.
what did i unknowingly inherit
through the
molecules
that once swirled your lungs
before you
moved out
of body?
in an act of desperation
i caged you
in my ribs
until the last bits of you
pressed painfully toward escape.
your wild spirit banged at the back of my throat
for release.
to let you go.
my heart drumming so wildly
i thought you might
split a tear into my chest
and wistfully burst through.
i held
until my head spun
a dropped thread spool on linoleum
my brain pulsing
kaleidoscopes of color
painting all the shades of pain.
i held until my
lungs shattered like
twine snapping
popping bits of frazzled thread.
and then
i released you.
and all at once you were gone.
fading.
your last bits of life
melding with stale atmosphere.
i gasped
and spit
and choked
on my absurd attempt
to keep you here.
and i conceded defeat
just as light poured into the dark room.
your life force blending magically with dust
dancing among razors of sun
slicing through
dull stained blinds.
solemness flooded back
searing through
me.
a blade of loss.
the suffocating reality tumbling
down my heavy limbs.
i stared blankly
through stinging tears
at you
cold
muddled
unmoving
flesh
like a casing cast aside.
and
for one slight
fleeting moment
grief loosened its teeth.
a reprieve.
i felt
a newness about you.
a freedom that has been wooing you
gently whispering your name
until it became a wild
west wind
hurling you from this earth
a withered
bruised petal
waiting to be released from the
stem.
you are free.
and i am bound to
the idea of you.
to the memory of you.
i am trapped by your earthly existence.
and you.
you are the water droplet
rising from the sea and
spilling back in.
you are no longer confined
to the schedule of pills.
cold sponge baths.
the checker-patterned recliner
pressing its woven geometry
into sores on your hips.
you have stepped out of one door and in through another.
and i.
i know how to have you here.
but i don’t know
how to have you gone.
how to transition love
from flesh
to spirit.
from known
to unknown.
so instead
i will wipe my eyes
and watch for you in the stars.
to catch your fiery tail
streaking across the black sky.
and in that blazing moment
i will know.
and i will breathe in
deep
the essence of you.
About the Creator
Kristen Balyeat
Words fly to me on the wind, bump me as I'm strolling the city, splash me in the face while I rest by the river, and shake me awake in the middle of the night—I’m humbly one of the vessels they use to come to life.
Also, i love you:)

Comments (2)
This was so beautiful and tragic.. loss is so hard..
Well-wrought, Kristen. Grief is a journey.