ALLONE, WITHOUTEN ANY  COMPAIGNYE

There was no sound.

There was no silence.

There was just an absence
of both.

The world too
had somehow disappeared.

Nothing existed except
me

and your death.

Death was the no-sound.

Death was the silence
beyond silence.

Death was the vanished world.

For a split second it was
painless.

As if I existed
inside a vacuum.

Suddenly the world
flooded back

silence and sound
returned.

I was alive.

Your death stared me
in the face.

It had become
a fact.

There was now
nothing but pain.

A shirt on the line
came alive

filled with form
then died again.

An innocent morning
unaware of how

it would always be
remembered for ever.

The apple pie
in the oven

had begun to burn.

A magpie
sauntered up

the crazy
paving.