I thought if I came
to this place where you rest,
with nothing between us
but grasses, rising so green
from the earth, pressing
their roots to your side,
I might feel again the softness
of your cheek, the pulse
of your love, and learn
the answers only mothers
give. But the silence,
the absolute silence, left me
instead with just questions-
Will I ever come to know
you? Or you know me?
Will you even like what
I have grown to be?