The Greatest Pain

The world has ended for me, Oscar.

She will be no more.

The light left her eyelids;

her eyes surrendered forever,

and she departed

into the arms of Hades and Persephone.

Without her—

what is there to live for?

I am a shadow,

wandering the Elysian Fields

without aim or destination,

headless, footless,

weaving the Underworld

with my tears.

I am imprisoned,

with no time to find freedom.

Even so,

I could be anywhere else,

and it would be the same wretchedness—

weeping.

She was my grounding,

my resistance,

my Aleph,

Alpha and Omega,

the genesis of my breath.

What will I do without you, mother?