Hil zara

you have died

tell me whether you have died
tell me whether the weather has cleared
where you buried the key
where you lie

your shadow no longer eclipses me
nor does your radiance make me pale
your breath no longer chills me
nor does your breathing warm me
for me you have passed away
you are nothing

your sleeping does not move me
nor does your lament deafen me
your stench does not repel me
nor does your smoke sweeten me
you have evaporated into the ground
you are dust

Ibon RG