Fossil

 

You do not know that I know you, 

  The way I do. 

      But I do. 

It is innate, and intrinsic, 

  and by no abode of my own- 

Simply, it became. 

  and then it was. 

So how do I know the way you prefer touch? 

  Or my love, that you weep, and that which could heal it, my touch? 

How could I know such things? 

Perhaps at no halo of my own, 

  It is simple. 

I am empath and I merely felt your soul. 

Through your eyes was the only window that I needed, 

But you had granted me more of our interim; 

  and it became knowledge easily known. 

It wasn't that though. 

I could do that with any soul. 

Rather, it was the imprint of impact 

  Left in your wake, 

     Your disappearance;

Your vanity, and so much more, 

  That you left me with. 

It was a fossil. 

Forever unreversible unless perhaps for shatter. 

An unearthly imprint, unexplainable but by cosmic forces. 

Something that can only be broken, 

  by a far more temporal plain. 

It was the impact and imprint 

  Of your name, 

Left in me. A ringing blow, 

  That would never stop sounding. 

You dusty imprint! 

What have you done to me?