I’M SORRY,
BUT WE ARE A HOARD OF HEAVY HEARTS,
A LITTLE LOST,
A LITTLE SHAKY—
A LITTLE BREAKING.
CAN’T YOU SEE IT,
ALL THE STARS FALLING FROM THE SKIES,
LANDING NOWHERE TO BE SEEN;
AND YOU ARE LEAVING
AND I AM LONG GONE
AND I HAVE NO POETRY LEFT BUT TO SAY

THAT THERE IS NO MAGIC IN THIS ANYMORE.