December 8, 2004

Gone

She is gone,
the one you wanted,
that effervescent blythe spirit.

I buried her,
walled her off, it is the same.

I built the wall myself,
mixed the mortar,
carefully laid the brick.

Silence.

I cursed you both
as the mortar dried.

The housewife remains.

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