I woke up at the end.
I took myself to the tomb.
I don’t know what I was
expecting to find. The tomb
was open air. I mean she wasn’t
buried. I mean I didn’t ask
where they put her.

I took myself to the cave.
That’s a lie. I don’t know
how to make an echo:
of course I could open
my mouth and force some
noise. I never laid

next to her. I’ve slept
next to others. I’ve woken
to their manifold breaths
in a sweat. A train pierces
the night.