The soul knows no greater anguish
Then to take a breath
That begins in love
And ends in grief
In sunlit origins birthed
In forgotten nights surrended
But there are many pains
So many
They unfold as they will
And to dwell within them
Is to know nothing

Except, perhaps

In love grief is a promise
As sure as death
There will be many gardens
But this last one to visit
Is still
So very still
Not meant for lovers
Not meant for dreamers
Meant only for lonely figures
Standing in the dark
Taking a single breath