I could fill our world with songs
of what she doesn't know
and they would be songs of lament
and joy and celebration
and all would bear her name.
I could write a trillion stars
into being, each one with its own life-bearing planet,
a trillion worlds full of sadness,
a trillion planets full of things she will never understand,
never forgive, never allow and never have.
I can speak her name,
and the sorrow in my voice
will say all this and more,
but she will never listen.