She.

Cemetery of a desperate happiness.
Articulate in her misspelled pasion
Tender, no more cruel to the world
than was seen adequately cruel
to herself.

She was there
as always,
Smiling a knowing smile
at the screen she beheld.

She
was there as always,
earplugs in place
Walking moving going fading away
As always.
She
was right there.

Adele's looks, and the unsentimental beauty
Of those whose beauty is
A bequeathed affluence.

She.
She was there,
In extremis.
Fuller deeper richer more lavish
Than all the violent excess of the world.

She was there.

Ungovernable, a creature of dark imaginings,
The grandeur and generosity of the stars.

She.
She was there.
As always.