And poetry is                            Our only point of contact
And she is an excellent writer                Write this
I want to tell her                                  Not now, but sometime soon
But she has read                      So many elegies
Knows the dictum:                               A love poet must love the woman
And the poem and she cannot              Love an elegy
Not now
Still I hope                                            She will write
I hope form                                                      Occupying thought
Gives thought                                                   Rest    
Words tracing                                       Shapes of their
Time together  
An outline of her                                                           Own grief