her memory
washes over
every tiny facet
of this agonizing
existence
like an angry poltergeist
knocking over
the mementos
of pallid gravesense

the sun shines
cold light
on the vaporbreath
of water filled lungs
in the early morning
pantomime
of going through
the motions
of emotional ressonance

can you see
through
the crooked veil
can you hear
ensconced
in utter pain
can you feel
draped
in leaden sweat

the birds
have all gone silent
as the tree limbs
brush
like skeletal fingers
across the panes
of empty windows
to the howling
soul
begging for night

thus
the world falls gray