We see through tears the clearest truth,
Despite the lonely silence we all know,
In moments when the flight from pain
Halts to embrace you wounded we have lost.
Though close, no longer us is who we are
As past recedes from light, a falling fog.
These open wounds that were not wounds become
A vulnerable adamantine glory,
A dignity so proved through all this grief
Each time when those who know not their own wounds
Discover grief for all they sought was loss
By wounding us and so themselves because
No longer us is who we are when lost
So that you’ll find that you are us again.