prompt: write a poem that addresses itself or some aspect of its self (i.e. “Dear Poem,”)

queen aya sits alone, surrounded by her historical poems in the obsidian creation archives.

…

everyone says i loved her
a possibility shifting love

that because of her
i created paired space travel
sending lovers to new worlds
‘let sacred connection create the window for life to enter’

and ours the most vibrant
and ours made obsidian home

and i feel nothing

poems, tell me of my love

how i could feel her
even when she slipped into the dark
how is that possible?

i recognize my cadence
but the passion is a stranger
why would i choose to forget
this naked ease i sang of

what happened to us here
floating on this sweet rock
that i turned away?

that i chose this loneliness?