Agnosis

You don't get to know
how I feel.
All your words ring empty.
Nothing you say can console.
He was my dream-come-true.
He was my once-and-future everything.
You have your lover.
You have somewhere and someone
with whom you belong.
Your piece in the Grand Puzzle
and your place in some grand design
is still in place
and continues to be defined.
I now walk alone.
Most days,
it is more a crawl
along a ground littered
with broken stained-glass memories
of vows we will never say
and of memories we will never have
to hold or to cherish.
I keep my own counsel.
The truths I find remain my own.
You don't get to know.
You can never understand,
so you don't get to know.