it was as though the sea knew he was gone
the usual torrent of waves had slowed to a weep
drifting in and out in silent eulogy

the souls woes come in three

a troubled symphony

of me he and she

and that which i see

mind clouded by hearts desire

so i retire

slowly...

to the pain of singularity

and dream of a day shared by she who is not I

but me in a different symphony