I wander through those leaves
that fell the night before,
feeling that some how I have
something, I wander as though I
will never recover
who I was
I wander as if the universe collapsed
as soon as I put my head to the pillow last night,
as if there were a gaping hole where my heart use to be.
As soon as I reach the end of the path of the fallen leaves,
I see that yes, of course the universe did collapse, and there is an aching hole where my life use to be.
And I leave the stones I gathered last week
your ashes have fertilized the ground around your headstone.
This anniversary is one I strive to forget, but fail.