Tendrils

I light two candles for him

I light a candle to the Green Tara, for her guidance and her grace

and one for Hanuman, the monkey god who has chosen him

I often wondered if he was the reincarnation of Lord Rama

why else would Hanuman choose him?

I poured my tears, and my being into healing him

and now I have released him, so this healing can begin

not for him only

but for me

The tendrils of love, and memory remain

is this my memories

is his memories holding on

is my love giving life the line

is his love in denial

I light two candles