ANNIVERSARY

When the day died, today a year ago,
with the colorless twilight light,
here, where while suffering I mourn,
our agony began at the same time.

The yours was brief; but the mine,
that my heart and my soul devours,
it lasts after a year still, remains
dragging on slowly from hour to hour

When I clearly remember my loss
my mind reaches to measure my pittance,
transfixed with pain, I loose my mind;

and dejected from the distance
I discover my only memory in your love
My only hope in death I find.