We went back to your house yesterday. Everything the same as before- street of hardy perrenials and students lugging bags. Fremd, I paused on the threshold a moment,
You left the world last night Sudden as the flick of a switch I saw the moment you surrendered And everything, everything shrunk- Eighty-eight years of life, minus three days
I gaze into the night without seeing the moon Which gleams palely down upon me, and illuminates my pen. I cannot sleep, I cannot rest, I only think of you-