anne.seebach.poetry

— elegy in retrospect — 


and still I count 

that measureless time 
when you were here 

the relentless 
procession of moments 
since you were not 

again – again – again 
the flickering sunrise aches 
in weighty silence 
no friendly bell again to sound 
in time for a cosy cup 

the empty sky of a loaded day 
coldly backlights the loss of tensegrity 
once gift-wrapped in your hug 

each orbit of the sun less vibrant 
without you 
my friend 

time an aspect of space 
that ebbs and flows 
each day 

and vacant eons slowly fill 
the space 
you left behind 

and still I count