A gathering of losses, you could say: Years,
The way we used to be, people. What am I
Now, but a cabinet of Dreams, a collection
Of What’s No Longer Here? What you are,
Particles of me. I stand before you, a mirror
To your mirror in endless reflection
Until the Darkness falls—
Solace,
Though, is so easy: Remembrance
A kind of forgetting—Nepenthe I hold
For your suffering, so much do I
Love, so much do I desire the Fruit
Of the Knowledge of Good and Evil,
Understanding unchecked by Vanity.
