did it ever matter? will it ever matter? i guess it doesn't, not anymore.
i saw god in you. i would have clung to you if it weren't blasphemous to claim to touch the divine.
you were the light in my eyes, the heat in my heart. your merest sigh filled my lungs.
i would live for all time in your embrace.
did i ever love you? really, genuinely, as a wife, not a disciple?
would i have ever been willing to cook your breakfast and make your bed? if you got sick, would i pour your medicine, or would i leave you to your fate, too afraid to accept that what i had worshiped beyond belief could ever fall to something- something so human?
i imagine you looming over me.