I woke to loss
I woke to loss, and I could not think why.
Nothing remembered seemed a cause to mourn.
The world was well, and yet it seemed awry;
I felt an ache as though my heart had torn.
I walked from room to room to hide my tears,
I looked at everything, for what might seem
To be broken, misplaced, or in arrears—
Then, in a moment, I recalled my dream.
Your lips, your arms, your warm scent and your touch,
Real, vivid, undeniably yourself—
I held so tightly. But it was too much;
The fates were tempted by our profuse wealth.
Day came, and I, no longer quite my own,
In too much empty space, walked on alone.