I poured my speechlessness into the abandoned room.
The hair in the brush and the reading glasses ownerless and obsolete.
She just disappeared. They’d already taken her body away.
I heard the sounds of her death, her dying voice, the open mouth saying my name.
I disrespected your privacy when I emptied your room.
I sat on your bed and felt the robbery of our future sink in against my will.
Against my power. I repeated the words on that very same day.
And stared at photographs of you, smiling, and I couldn’t bring you back.
Croque-Melpomene 