Ours was the spot by the window
a perfect graveyard of cuimhní álainn
how you'd look at me and know. 
Tom Waits is on in the background 
I press the edges in, the soft lines 
of your face, taidhiúir—I feel heavy.

Some things do last, they carry you
you taught me everything about being 
brave, alive, steady, still, soft.
In Irish we say tá bróin agam duit:
there is missing from me, you. 
We say is breá liom tú go deo:
I love you forever. 

Ours was the spot by the window,
I'll be waiting there for you.