In the Crowd of Calculations

That you will never again—
be able to speak...
doesn't it pain you?

I can still draw breath;
across the fabric of my feelings
I have woven your memory,
your touch lingers
in my soul...
some words remain
for me to write—I still can.

That you can no longer
see anything at all,
this blindness you must accept—
doesn't it leave you bereft?

My inner sight
remains awake;
in the gaze of your eyes,
keep me alive...
if not today—
then after some time has passed
I will stand before you.

In the rush of reckonings I don't want to touch
all the busy hours,
at the end of your day
I have faded away in slight emotion...
I will not call after you anymore.