on continuing to grieve
The world seems so much smaller
Now than it did before;
The old contours and sure comforts
Grow less and less each day
Since you are gone.
It is certainly a smaller world than I’d thought it,
Although filled with more sorrows than I’d ever imagined–
Even I, who spent so much time
Contemplating my own mortality,
Even I have been unwilling
To contemplate yours.
The old order fades; a new one arises.
Skies that were once expansive
And filled at night with stars that watched
Down upon us both
Are now shrunk into a little, dismal space
And all things that once spoke of promise
Oppress and condense me
Your death has had a strange impact
Upon me; cycles of grief and wanhope sadness
Come and go, from time to time,
But something within me cannot rest
For thinking of the implications
Of your Web losing you at the centre–
And all that I can remember
Is that your signifiers all remain…
So how can you really be gone?