Analysis of G

Charlette is dead.

Flew into my life with fluttering, iridescent wings
I fell from their strong, gentle wind
And other things…

No.  Please God no-
I can’t
I mustn’t
Please
No, no, forever no

(how casually fate requires my fires be quenched by a word I cannot say)

Ah, her journey stopped
All journeys do

One with the other, we loved the reversing of me and you
Now only me
Cowering from a word I cannot say
No matter the saying, it is lodged in my mind
The end of loving now my love has gone away

Love turns to memory, but memory is an imposter
Both fade in time’s cruel grasp

Oh for sweet mercy
That it falls to me alone
To cap the well, put out the fire, and scatter the stones

But I gag on the first phoneme

Dearest Hummingbird, For you I would pull down the curtains of heaven
Fool! Knave! There is no longer your “you” These words fall on silent ears
There is only me, she does not hear

Ah me, the word I cannot say, yet must be
Begins with the letter