I will try to know your death exactly
As you do. The moon has shown up tonight,
Coin in the palm of one we wait for, sunset

Long gone. So hard this practice to wake
Into no more light, not even in the place
You left it. Then each morning comes

And you are followed by the rise
Of landscape everywhere. We never know
How much it takes, this business

Of departure; you stare into ocean
Outdone by all you want. Enough
Of what continues. Here it comes again,

The turning of dark and dirt, unable to stop;
Love, even with everything to be sad about.