I cannot escape the sound of the shredded grandfather clock
That lies in the wild garden
Ridden with melted shadows.
It’s echo shows me how silently,
Your suffering tore the sky apart
When the screaming grass swallowed you whole.
Obediently I ran, but I looked back -
You were beautiful, bathed in the absence of light.
I watched you fall away
While the cold slit my face and the wind left me blind.
I was silent as the shattered light sliced through my stinging bones;
My throat still forbids me from calling
Your name. it was lost,
Mislaid in the shadow of the shredded grandfather clock.