I Cannot Speak: Prose Poem

There’s nothing left of any of it

Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash

But love’s as strong as gravity,
And everyone must fall.
At first it’s from the apple tree,
and then the western wall — Leonard Cohen, “Gravity”

I cannot speak — you’re walking away — this is not a sunset but an angry cloud, a version of the infernal where there’s nothing like heat —