What else is there to see now,
Than the blue in the sky
and the rain to let me cry,
Than your clothes in endless loss
and some stuff that made me cross,
Than the people that you left
and the necklace that is cleft,
Than the images at night
and whispers soaked in fright,
Than the plans we left on hold
and the trauma still untold,
When the smile that kept me sane
fades in light and sinks my brain,
Than the love that left us blind
to the shadows of unkind,
Than the memory of touch
from the man who gave too much.
(for Mark)