And words kept falling without end
Like heavy rocks upon my chest.
It’s fine. I’ve long expected this—
I knew this trial would come to test.
I’ll make it through, though with some pain.
I know today I’ll have much to do:
I must kill memory, let it wane,
Turn my soul to stone anew,
And still learn how to live again.
What good is it that warm summer nears,
Its gentle rustle tempting at the window’s edge?
I’ve sensed it long before it appears:
A lovely day, and a house like a ledge—empty, hollow, without you here.
