The quiet calm of the evening envelops me
Solitude penetrates my soul
I enter our private paradise alone
The tress have dropped most of their leaves and seem taller
The moon bigger
      and I am smaller
The air is cool and moist, heavy with sorrow
The fountain has been turned off 
and now looks like a cumbersome pile of cement
rather than the beautiful monument I was accustomed to seeing
The flowers are now mostly dead 
but darkness is a wonderful disguise for this loss of life 
     and love.