I sit in silence, in the monastery
Turning the picture, this way and that.
She’s standing on the Autumn foliage,
Her face swaddled in an aureate grin
I smile, reminiscing our Summer love.
On the other side of the picture,
Is scribbled a poem, titled self-preservation.
She mentions acceptance and rebirth.
I should have been happy,
But, I ruminate on brittle, bleached leaves,
Under a bankrupt tree, chanting a dirge.