death of the beloved

what was possible yesterday
is no longer possible today.

what now?
   cruel question.

have i forgotten who
   i am?   why i’m
here?

i cannot bear the thought of
   sunlight    am terrified by the
dark.

can’t live without
   her. don’t want to
try.

my blood is emptying
   into her
      coffin––

   they call this
grief.