Loss
I went on
and on,
busy as a bee,
senseless.
I forgot to mourn
I went on
but I cannot.
I stop
and there is:
I don’t know.
I went to her grave.
She said:
Why don’t you stay
just a bit longer
I was frightened
but
I turned back
and stayed
just a bit longer
Then I left.
Life is not the same
now
but as before
the ground moves
all
the
time
