Heard you have gone

I heard that you have gone

To join our ancestors.

We will see you from now on

In memories or in pictures.

All these odd years You were 

to me but loss... Yes, loss! 

Now as my own living wears, 

from vacant fields across 

I hear your cheerless call.

Sometimes I longed to refashion

a happier you; Freeze time up 

but all I remember is tension —

An irredeemable pall rises up, 

A cold pity, without a good reason.