MY HEART is lost, is locked within a wave,
Within a weight of water like a wall —
As heavy as the heartache that I have.
The water rises but it does not fall.
This is the only wave that does not break.
The surface boils above me and recedes.
I am become as seaweed for your sake.
My heart is wound in water and in weeds.
One heart is buried and the other drowned.
As hollow as a shell upon the ear,
Sound is remembered — but there is no sound.
No one to answer. There is no one here.
The single saucer and the single cup,
The knife and fork I lay, the single plate,
Remind me when I go to pick them up
That it is both forever and too late.
I lie awake and listen all alone.
The roaring water closes overhead.
Shaken as water is and sunk like stone
A heart is that is homesick for the dead.