POEM - Listening For Loss

Listen
For the loss:
One great
Insurmountable
Lost love.
Inexplicable –
Goes
Ghostly and
Apparitional:
A heron gray
whisk of wishing verbs;
A leaden dross;
A heaviness that
Waits for returning
Things here,
At the mouth
Of September.
Wearing it
Like a cross,
Carrying it
Like old coins
I can’t bear
To spend.
Listen
To how
Quiet pronounces
My name.