I could not give her what she gave me with such gracious ease
I could not return her love in time, & fell prey to this disease.
My heart’s each beat, each breath of my soul – All is Hers -
I love each thing, each speck of dust, yet
nothing in this world can replace her touch,
her sweet scent, her breath, her love.

I have lost all sense, all desire, all will;
lost all false reasons to roll my rock up this hill.
I am content. And so, I lose my self
in her sweet memory – what else do I have? – and desire no more
than to live in this dream
and be washed off of this eviscerate shore.