When I close my eyes I am sitting in stillness with you. Still, dark surface of water like the dark shadows on your lips and even our trembling breath sends ripples through the cool night air. Sipping stillness into warmth, crackling incense of leaves and is the fire recently abandoned and who else came here or is this the gift of a spirit? I won’t look at you. I will only stare at the surface, knowing that you are next to me because I have known that you are next to me even in your absence. Perhaps it was your absence that left this autumnal celebration of fire, twigs and pine which stirs the stillness, flickering on the water. Your breath. I want to inhale as you exhale, next to you, trembling in truth and stillness like stars sweeping across a landscape. Fall around me. I miss you.
- Cecily Ann Bostock