A Lullaby of Loss
(Inspired by Death With Dignity, Sufjan Stevens)
Stoic and sober silence, I can feel you,
Like a blanket draped 'round me
When I'm down with flu.
Why don't you speak?
Decimated dreams, I can see you
Even in the stark bleak.
The color of coal.
When will you heal?
Whispers of floating phantoms, I can hear you,
When you hover over my cot
And sing a berceuse.
Why did you stop?
Flowers prefacing tombstones, I catch a whiff of you.
Your perfume infuses the wind
And fills my room.
Why did you wilt?
With the power of my senses, I can reel you in,
But not in totality.
Instead in myriad minuscule fractions.
Will we ever meet?