I knew you when you wore anger,
when your steps across the floor
were thunder and storm.
I knew you when your words were fire,
enough to burn the world
and set the air to flame.
I knew you when your pain was hard and sharp,
nailed between each breath
and beat of your heart.
For you I stand witness.
No need to speak.
My open hands hold love, unseen.
It is yours, a gift.
I place it on the cooling ash
and let you be.