Last of the Ascension (Verse) - 29

Undone

Above—

grief answered grief.

She collapsed—
not in defeat.

In truth.

He continued—
until only one remained.

He turned—
no distance left.

“I will carry you forward.”

Not power.
Not salvation.

Witness.

He held the last shell—
as if it mattered most.

Because it did.

“I will carry you—
and them.”

He offered it—
not upward.

To her.

She reached—
slowly.

Took it—
as if it might break.

Held it—
where memory lives.

Then—

she released herself.

Not upward.
Not away.

Into.

For a moment—

nothing moved.

Then—

the tide returned.

The mala—
undone.

Leather—
empty, but not lost.

Nothing remained to hold—
which meant nothing remained to bind.

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