mostly jargon, loosely translated.

i cry
(in my heart if
not in my eyes):

every time i
catch a glimpse of
you, glimpse a memory
of you, remember to
remember that
you are
gone
- fully alive -
- all too alive -
but
gone
at least to me.

i'm sure you
would think it
romantic, or
hip, or indie,
or something
to write poetry
about loss
experienced but

it seems cruel to
have to write about
loss when i can see
what i have lost
walking down the
street every day.