Nothing to say,

The old lady thinks,

I must draw my curtains tightly,

Like my mother did, for the dead

Voices in my head

Communing with the dead

A wind roaring inside my head

The silence of the dead.

Old kindnesses fail me

Again

He just faded away,

My Eddie,

Everything is looser now,

No ties

Alone in an empty house

Listening to tiny oceans

roar me to sleep

The days ahead empty, the years behind,

I'd like to throwaway time

Give us this day our daily bread

The beautiful bravado of being small and young and free

Quixotic, chimerical, strange

Born too late 

For the beauty of the morning,

The evil of the moon persists

Amidst this sound of silence.