Now Finish

I, who
tried on your grief,
wore it like bigger shoes,
tried to creep it from you.
Now take it back.
Return me no weak torches to
touch through every
monumental smallness,
tiny, grappled flaying of my very grains.
Now your stolen damage
I thieved so
condenses over my seconds,
I hear
but stop-sounds,
copying my faded motes to
dip and part them from before.
Now here is that noise
nudging out my front
where you lay your head how long ago?
Nightly comes wait for fallible day,
dreadful nighttimes I
touch my hand to blanching chest bones, to
my heart’s
small mammal beating
pale notes.
I’m almost gone now, leave me to
finish, now.