I thought I could live through
this. I can live through this,
and I will. But small reminders

of how much I loved you burn long
after I think I'm fine. We
crumbled then, we fell

apart, but these stones are
too heavy for me to lift
alone and there is no one to help

me try and rebuild us. In that absence
I will try and rebuild myself

and ignore the holes left over when you
are no longer here, when I
scan myself and find myself lacking.