adieu

If you had stayed here
the conversation could continue
and on the hands that you hold on your lap
I would rest my white eyes.

You would be the word's calm
and the tiny dam which momentarily holds back
the full…

But no, you were saying,
already gone from your own grief
and from mine, which used to start things off,

leaving me and my house
like two useless things
for your heart to be -
God, you who love divas
don't permit her past to
turn into dust