Not deepest grief,

Of course,

Nothing can help you

With that.

Later,

Maybe, but not now.

Now you are unreachable,

Alone with all that was

Awry between you.

Alone with what was said

And not said.

Saying it all

Now, freely confessing

What you withheld then,

Admitting what you denied

Only a short while ago.

How obvious that you

Were often wrong and unkind.

Aware now of all the good

Deeds you intended

That remained undone.

Aware of all the good

Between you

That death has undone.