What we break—suddenly, abruptly—we feel regret, guilt, a need to fix.
Only, it is not them we want fixed, but
the guilt we want go away. To accept that something
no longer exists because of us
is too much to bear.
But what we neglect—
let wither and die we feel no shame. Nature and time
were the murderers. Nothing we can do for they died
not by our hands, but
by the way.