UNSOLVED: Euology Requiem Lament Dirge Elegy — Any Analogy for Her Memory
The soil where you stood is still too warm, a sunspot etched in the cold ceramic floor. I tend the space, though I know it won't reform the shape that I remember from before. They gave me seeds to plant, a dull & common strain— white lilies, straight, for grace and measured height. But in my sleeve, I hold one that's profane, a bloom of mauve and bronze against the light. It clings and vines, a color they don't know, across the neighbor's high and watchful wall . It cannot be mine ; I just let it grow, its roots reaching for the shadow of your shawl. When the others ask, I speak of common things: of rain, and sun, and predictable springs. II. The house is silent now that you're gone. Just a few empty hooks where your old coat would hang. I trace the dust line where your vanity stood and find a faint, clean print of my own hand beside a smudge of yours. The truth is, through your window, I still look up at nigh...