This was written in March of ‘23. All of this poetry in WDYMN was written after she died. Much of it I had no choice about. I put a lot of my emotion into this so if you feel it, that’s why.
Why do I weep for worldly things
My smallness
Cries out
as it should
as it’s meant to.but we did not meet
in smallness
did we?We met in the cathedrals
of hope and fear and love
great expanse
in which we found
the other.We did not meet in the smallness
of the world
but in the sunlight
of eternity
in your smile.Why do I weep for worldly things
then?Is it only because I must
is it only because I have been taught
to be small
to feel small
to mourn small?We were universes to each other
we were mist through lungs
we breathed each other
a song unsung.And unsung it remains
captive to the pain
of routine and stain
of daily life’s refrain
I do what I should
I do what I’m told
I do what no one can see
to stay cold.Why do I weep for worldly things
when the best of us
needs be sung
a song we don’t know
a song we become.I know you are with me
more purely in death
I know you have passed
through your regret
and I know all you want is to sing
and in me
I can feel our voices rising.It's as if you’ve not gone
and are urging me on
but the smallness of me
that wants to belong
and wants to fit in
and wants to be strong
keeps trying to drown
and drag down our song.Why do I weep for worldly things
The greatness of you
is nothing to see
the greatness of you
and the greatness of me
remains unsung
while I remain free
and how will I bind myself
to our vision
to honor our spirit
to embrace our mission
There is still, and more
the greatest chance to
be pure
in action and honor
what we’ve kept
behind lock and door…My dearest I cannot bear
letting go
and I feel you
I feel you
Touching me so
and smiling as the world
still doesn’t know
and whispering gently
you have to let go
and smiling gently
because the world will not know
and touching my face
you have to let go.