Once,
I heard you sing...

your whisper (when it made the sky quiver)
was like a lonely dancer...

your leaves
(when they part with you in autumn...

I thought I knew
my place in the world...

You know, you really do give me strength
in your fractured fragility...

when birds glide down to Earth
to whisper in your ears...

you'd paint your sadness
in pastel colours...

Weak.
I know I am...

I want to remember the snow I saw with you
to cover the ashes beneath...

I could smell, through welling tears
the reek of sweat and clotted flesh...