Nothing

He's dead, I know, for someone told me so,
Quick and casual. Did you love him? Oh.
I'm sorry.
I loved him more than I would care to say,
And now he'll never, never. .
Nothing more.
How much he wanted that I would not give.
His life was something that I could not live
Alongside,
But now I'm wondering if I could have tried
A little harder,
He'll never, never. . . .
Nothing any more.
Tell me again, in case I should forget
Tell me he's dead.

Marilyn Adcock