‘Loss plays us like a violin, never free
of its rub. It simply lessens its intensity
till only the one closets to what was lost
can hear it. If you haven’t lost something
or someone, this will seem sad, even frightening.
But after a century of heart-time, I
went to the immortals who envy us our ability to feel
They looked at me with their longing to be human.
And the saddest among them took my
hand and said, “I would give eternity to
live with what you’re given, and to feel
what is opened by what is taken away.’