Did you not forget her
bright, tired eyes
and her small, shrivelled mouth
which looked the same
even when she talked about
dying

Did you remember
the thin gold bangles which
dared not make a sound when
she moved, imitating
sounds of silence beneath
coffin lids

Dis you forget how
she used to sit alone in queer
half-lights silently praying
for a love lost decades
ago - as if it were never
there