Trying to remember you

is like carrying water in my hands a long distance across sand. Somewhere people are waiting.They have drunk nothing for days.Your name was the food I lived on;now my mouth is full of dirt and ash.To say your name was to be surrounded by feathers and silk; now, reaching out,I touch glass and barbed wire.Your name was the thread connecting my life;now I am fragments on a tailor’s floor. I was dancing when i learned of your death; may my feet be severed from my body.