I carved out

Pieces of myself

Small and private,

That I consumed

In the silence

Of my own slow decay

That I might keep

A bit of mortality

Away, away, away

But still it came;

And so I purposed

To give these bits

To my heart-song’s love

As she has given me hers

And we might know one-another

As has been written of

In the greater tales

Worth remembering