Transmutation

I will not erase you from me — I cannot.  I would not.
I would rather scoop out my eyes– cut off my left hand — do violence against my own atomic structure.

you were my approximate parallel for so long that our roots are entangled.
we nourished each other for so long that I would starve without our history.

in the eternal past there is an always-us
in the eternal present there is no us
in the eternal future there is no  certainty but this:

there will never be a me that does not love you

I will not erase you — I cannot, I would not.