The quiet in my heart is not
A stillness,
Not peace.
Instead - a yawning abyss of loss
A roaring silence that
Beats my heart into
Broken submission.
An absence of thought as
My unfocused eyes
Watch an invisible stream of memories
And some unidentifiable weight
Hangs like a mill-stone from
My insides.
This too shall pass.
But your memory will remain
Like the faithful friend that you were
Since childhood,
Always in my heart.
