Poem of Grief: When I Lose You



When I lose you,

will you remember the leaves

of my brown name?


Not like an oak, which clings

snow after snow


but like the poplar

spilling her yellow dress

to the insistent fingertips of fall


The mother of grief

is a kind forgetting


and I tell you now

that I will forget everything

I will forget even you, beloved


Remembering light

like a leaf stilled in limestone


who would have thought

we could weigh so little?

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