she lived awash in frenzy,
wracked with fear;
i knew her when we both were
locked in here —
i lived, and she did not.
i don’t know why:
some stumble on, while
others stop, and die —
I wept, and watched time stop,
and space get curved:
for neither of us got what we
deserved
[For another poem on the same subject, see this. – Owen]