From this memory too

I am purged

of my ills

of those damned mistakes

and filled

replete with resplendence

seeking glory I have found you

your face reflected in every curvature

falling and I?

I hold my gaze level

while you hang for one last

ensnaring but no, useless

moment

until this too passes

and I?

I hold my head straight 

as you fall

small and uniform

all that is you blending with all that is else

and disappear.

And I?

I hold firm

and leave you

to drain away at last.