She made sense of your past
She lifted the weight of the present
in an instant
When she came,
light dawned
A ladder for lost birds
tossed in the winds,
or splayed on the grill -
their smothered cooing
their withering wings
their dismembered craws
A ladder
that steals light from a tear
for a candle embracing its loneliness
The sad afternoon settles near her
close to hand
She toys with scents and meanings
A train travels down the tunnel of a lifetime
and the streets of your childhood fade into the distance
Something tossed on a chair
makes you linger -  
the scent of her tea
her fruitful laughter
Another woman crosses your absence
and the rest pass by
As you strain to listen
it goes right through you -
a solitary nail
hammered in a wall