tell me
for whom do you grieve
the men lost
in the marriage
between stone
and glasskilled before
their time
ending all of it
too early
the flowers fall
for the fallenhe speaks of the man
the old one
the one who witnessed all
a whistle
years wasted
lost and foreverday in and day out
not much gathered
we did not have enough
through the signals
perfection
could not be achieved
but we were closevisiting many
services and grief
the encounters
of tears
and laughter
what we have to offer
is not for you.
