The end
severs
meaning from intent
subtle
only in the living
rests

I won’t be here
words bare
leavings
the pages
of memory
unmine

no way
to soften
the light
of projection
from the stance
of
undone

sorrow
the price of silence

the end of me
reveals
what did I mean
I wonder

to you

beside,
in the lost nuance
I gather threads
from sunlit darkness
make for self a garment
of unwoven rain

.