A Poem to My Dead Love

My tears have filled my hands for centuries

and for centuries more, I’ve cried.

A broom of misfortune swept you away

and there hasn’t been a day

I haven’t missed you.

The time between sunrise and sunset

is a region of despair, and my nights

are haunted by the silence of a dream;

a dream which dreams me alone.

I once was a man of polished marble,

strongest simply because you loved me.

Fortune had been my blessing, and you my bloom—

the world then was an answered question.

But my god, look how quickly the puzzle drops;

a million pieces lost in earth and time.

And look, how in the blink of an eye,

my eyes could matter no more;

how I’ve longed for more of death and less of life,

just to be closer to you, my love.
 

(From the book Kairos)