Before we lay together
in the fragrant
grass
I was only
half alive.
A frost came
and scythed
the whole
field flat.
Maybe she loved me,
maybe not –
who knows?
Not even the gods
can see into
a human heart –
it’s that dark.
But mine beats
its syllables
of need
and I begin
my journey
but this:
I’m lost,
lost,
unless I bring her back.