The earth has finally settled.
I sift myself out of the rubble
and into a changed world.
The terrible silence
pulses louder than my heart
and almost stronger than my courage
to live without your voice.
The searing gases of this new atmosphere
are suffocating -
as caustic as the memory of
cinnamon, baby powder
and fresh warm bread
that began to disapate
the moment you fled.
This hopeless landscape of chasms
-that I dread I am doomed to fill
with burning, poisoned tears,
this sickening, alien vista
(where the streets will be renamed)
brings me to my knees
on the ashes you left behind.
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