His executor later apologized with a box. For the loss, I presumed. She left before I could stomach opening it.
His left hand greets me, stiffened mid-wave. Evaporated rivers drained his ring’s tan line reservoir. They’re shallower than the dash.
I navigate his tributaries and guide him to my source. I weather his wave along my shores and drown under his caress. For the first time, we both feel whole.