Without you I become a two month fetus in a bleeding womb; A hundred year old gasping her last breath; An animal tied to the tracks when the trains come. Without you I become a newborn child with no breath of life; A caterpillar being devoured by a crow; A spilled glass of water on a sheet of ice. How can I embroider my silver threads Into the fragile, delicately woven fabric Of your spirit, so that you truly comprehend How deeply I love you? I will always love you, always. Without you, I fill with terror; Without you, I fade into night; Without you, loneliness eats me alive, bite by bite. -rosemary