I stood impassively beside
the open grave, as though
I had forgotten who had died,
my face blank as a headstone
that has yet to be inscribed.
There was no more you, nor would
there ever be. Unlooked for solitude
was burying me, unseasonal snow
entombed the pleasure garden
we had planted and shared.
I held the unseemly impulse in check,
that might have thrown my body
to the bottom of the pit where
your corpse was lying neatly boxed.
Instead I dropped in my watch,
useless now that time had stopped.