| Elegy You make a sound like the snowfall-- hushed and sudden, forgetting. I will bang on pots and lids, learn your name in a thousand languages, carve it into doorframes. But all you will hear are rose petals and anger. The town is empty tonight, love. The people have learned of my failings. The streets are slick with your blood. I climb the hill to the church, but the bell there no longer rings. A dog barks. I try not to answer. I am alone in a bar, drinking afterbirth. It is no use. All that is left is a helpless dog, your broken watch, and these wilted rose petals. My darling, I swear to you: I did not fail to try. |