It seemed so striking
Your face brighter than beyond the sun
I shudder to think
How easily you slipped past me
Silent eyes spread forth
And you’re not there
Not ever altogether
Your unconscious want
So impatient yet
So ready to soothe the world
Your arms a haven
A place to rest my head and
Spend some time in leisure
The chair you sat in
The bed where you lay
A place to repose
And forget the overwhelming noise
Of an uncaring day
Now you break apart
Hollow in a meaningless
Loveliness
A new sort of silence
For me to respect at a safe distance
A Dead Language 