Thoughts and words pile in my mind,
as heavy and mute as fallen stones that form gaps
in the walls that line Newtown’s roads
and the yards where children played.
I cannot speak for those who lost,
but I can grieve.
I can grieve for those who live
and must rebuild.
but they will not fit as they did before.
The imperfections will remind us
of the symmetry that has been lost.