sick lace

Now it is here

I kept imagining
what it would be like
when you were gone.

Now

you are gone
and I cannot imagine
what it would be like
if you were here.

Your heart
is already
the polished stone in my mind--
but in my eyes--
the jeweler's skill is required.

And you present me
with gravel shined by worry
in your desperate hands.

I kept imagining what it would be like.

Now, it is here.