habits

when you leave,
to be held in place
by hands that made you,

surely i will leave too, then.

for my heart would rupture,
and i, alone, would know grief.

following Victoria,
i will be a symphony
of quiet. my eyes would
hold it, and know that i,
alone, was alone in my
existance. my creation,
then a waste, for surely
i, alone, was created to
hold you humanly close to me.

held by my arms, alone,
surely, i would know.