Shakespeare in Love

Thinking I would suffocate from heat, or dehydrate  
into a shriveled leaf, I wanted to crawl under a rock  
as those little animals in the desert, content  
to watch the world turn when I felt you cross over.  

When rain came I was wanton to drown—  
allow mud to engulf my shoulders, blocking  
sound to sleep so I could join you, rolling  
through light as milkweed until we were home.  

Yet, just as heat is abated by rain, thus is rain  
by heat, always in time to push the clock forward  
another minute. How easily my hands could navigate  
my fate as effortlessly as the natural order of things;  
I keep thinking of Romeo; had he only waited—  
just a few more seconds—before swallowing  
the contents of that poisonous vial. . .
what then would've become of them.
Is this how Shakespeare felt while penning his grief—  
too much of a coward to surrender to his own death?        
Author's Note
On the loss of a Soulmate
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