NOTHING.

I am not the woman

I have been, 

Nor am I fool enough 

to think about the woman I've become.

My flesh rests against the stones of the river floor.

But it is not my flesh, 

it is just skin.

My breath 

exits over the top of my jaw.

but it is not my breath,

it is the wind

that shakes loose

the Cedar's leaves.

I am nothing,

but everything...

When I am not the Woman I used to be.