Shambles
Not so much the earthquake of your leaving,
it's more the after shocks and tremors
that stir the fragile layer of settled dust
which these brief and confused months
have given bed to.
My new life spies on yours
through fractured lenses
and the shattered disjunction of woe,
wherein, each shard of memory,
slices my heart to a tatter of regret.
2nd August 1999
