Sorrow is the worst part of the day



Where is the hair you pleated as a girl
The scales of skin have been swept from the floor
The headache has passed

And your spine has died a hundred times

Where is the trembling
In the sudden shadow
The roughness of a summer storm

You buried your dresses and words
The sadness of a July afternoon
Evaporated with the rain

And you’ve been gone for many years
And gone is she who replaced the other
And you still cry out in your sleep

And you say you’re afraid of death