before entering your room
there had been no sadness
and in the harbouring
mischievous and aimless
existence
I fainted, not knowing
what I was going through
how her death gave us
a chance to sit there
spreading messages without
content
and while you spare me sorrows
you gave me more to know
than I was to learn
to measure by light,
not by direction
see how spring fails through
the sky in autumn
how despair never reveals itself
in isolation.