Watch the rain shatter on the ground
Or crash against the windowpane;
Lightning on the glass or maybe
Just the porchlight burning wetly,
Swarmed by insects searching, desperate
For stars they can no longer see.

Watch the hair shatter on the floor,
Dead strands containing memories
Swept thoughtlessly into the trash
Amid strands from other lives, tangled
Together; books stacked on bookshelves
With lives that can no longer be.