I cried in the shower.
I cried in the bus.
I cried in very strange places
every time I thought of us.

I loved, and I loved,
with my capacity to give.
(I gave so much and forgot
to leave myself enough to live)

I watched the sky cascade into dark paints,
I watched the night melt the sun—

Now I count mornings like fingers
five
four
three
two
one