What Can I Say Without

She Did Not Speak For Speech Was Unknown To Her.

Do Tears Not Yet Spilled Wait In Small Lakes?

I Love You As Certain Dark Things Are To Be Loved, In Secret, Between The Shadow And The Soul.

The Darkness Of A Day Elapsed, Of A Day Nourished With Our Sad Blood.

And Here Am I, Budding Among The Ruins With Only Sorrow To Bite On, As If Weeping Were A Seed And I The Earth's Only Furrow.