The un-harvesting of a soul

You whispered "look"

I knew what you wanted me to see

It was there

Yet 

I was already looking beyond it

But for you

I saw it

As if for the first time

And I carried the 

Full

Force 

Of the vision

Plain on my face

Soft 

And astonished 

And I looked back upon 

You

As if 

I needed saving

As if 

I was incomplete

As if 

I would be more than me

With you

And now I perform 

An annual undoing

A molting

Of self

Stripping down to

The barrenness 

Of one

Who keeps their eyes

Fixed 

On a point

And carries an empty

Urn

Ashes already spread

Sweetening 

A field

Being tilled by 

Someone else