In Address to the Soul

How many days since I last touched you,
breathed in the scent of your body.

You dwell throughout my depths...
the only refuge for my numbed feelings.

I had laid my head upon the river's breast,
the wind seemed reluctant to pause;
it carried me far away—
where only my truest self
crossing a hundred curses
keeps calling you in the soul's own tongue...
to keep that final memory whole.