Her death reopened
My wounds of displacement
We’ll never speak again
There can be no replacement
For good or for bad
the ones that had made you
At their hands you had suffered
And that pain it had shaped you
Now I lie in dark rooms
With a lump in my throat
Harder to swallow
Harder to cope
And though it makes little sense
I feel compelled to hide this pain
To continue to mourn someone
Full of guilt and full of shame
I long for the windy nights
You lie in hospice care
I was afraid and alone
But part of you was still there
I’m left with an urge
To visit your grave
It’s a day’s drive away
I’ll get back there some day
