nothing more to be said

how different it is
now that we have
gone away from one another.
how strange the light
is, the empty chair,
your pillow, the bed sheets
unrumpled. how quiet
the world is, your hairbrush
on the sink,
your shoes on the steps.
a ring, a pair of eyeglasses
that were left,
the book turned over,
half read.
how strange the world
is, with us apart, with
nothing more to be said.