Gregory, She Is Gone.

 

“And when the beloved

Is a person

So much the better,

So much the worse.

You’ll know no peace.

Misery will be your pillow

And you will not sleep.

So much the better:

Staying up all night

Talking to her,

Thinking about him.

So much the worse:

Where is she now?

Where, in this wide world,

Is he wandering?”

- How Beautiful The Beloved,

Gregory Orr

 

When she is gone I can only think of the last few moments I had with her.

When she is gone, I can only hear all of the things that I wish I had said.

When she is gone, I turn in bed, and turn again, and hold the pillow tightly.

 

Gregory, she is gone. She is wandering somewhere out there in this wide world.

She is sharing talks, and laughes, and smiles, and stories, with someone else.

Gregory, I understand the beautiful misery you wrote this from.

 

Gregory, what do we do, when our Mistress Muse is gone?

What do we do with the misery? How do we handle the silence of heart?

When can we feel free? When sir? For the truth is, our Beloved is gone.

 

And the greater the love we have for her, the greater the misery.

And I fear that I cannot stop loving her, and longing for her, as she wanders.

And I fear that I will not be the same again, because my heart will not change.

 

And she is gone.