The deep pain that is felt
at the death of every friendly soul
arises from the feeling that
there is in every individual
something which is inexpressible,
peculiar to him alone,
and is, therefore, absolutely
and irretrievably lost.
God take my soul to that place,
Where I can speak without words.
Unable are the loved to die
For love is immortality
There is no vocabulary for this,
the no-language of grief.
I can reveal what my brain thinks
but where are the words for
this vague pain I feel?
The Baffling Dead