Recognition: Now Your Silence Is Always Part Of Me Poem by Gert Strydom

Now your silence is always part of me,
where you lie naked on the examination table
before they slice you open after your death

and much too quickly life frolics past
and now I want it so much differently.
Now your silence is always part of me,

with past moments that I cannot avoid,
when a holy man says some words from scripture,
before they slice you open after your death

and totally separated are you and I
where my hand rests on your breast,
now your silence is always part of me,

you that once full of life, carelessly free
could bind your love as a oath to me,
before they slice you open after your death

and I wonder what remains in these moments
where I have to lie down that, which had been between us,
now your silence is always part of me,
before they slice you open after your death.