Perhaps she never existed.
She could have been a luminance.
Awaiting the speed of light.
She could even rise on her stilts
skydive into my veins,
undiagnosably.
A fireproofed comet.
From an adiabatic point of view,
she was alive
and trajectory-able.
Total eclipse of the heart.
Behind her,
the huge mane of the votive light.