Beloved, what is my path?

I remember. You are gone and dead
I lie on my side, close my eyes
I feel your body behind mine
your arm tucked under me
your breath on my hair
your body warmth against me
your arm lying across my side
thighs and knees relaxed against mine
you are not gone and dead
as long as I can remember

Beloved, what is my path?

I remember. A path alone
so that I can see
so that I can hear
so that I can feel
so that I can write
Beloved, you set the path before me
a brief elaboration of a tube
Beloved, sometimes I want
Beloved, sometimes I say why
Beloved, sometimes I forget

And then I remember

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For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: March.