ELEGY

Evening buries me in
this pitch black room,
leaving the disc moon
like daylight above a shaft.
For hours I recall
better times,
until sunlight floods the house
and rushing to darkness
smacks my eyes.
Since she died, emotions
whirl has flung friends
from life's centre,
talk for now is useless;
words inadequate to
express pain ;
the rest of this is hers .........