I’m going to live without you
as I learned once
to live without my mother.
You think I don’t remember that?
I’ve spent my whole life trying to remember.
Now, after so much solitude,
death doesn’t frighten me,
not yours, not mine either.
And those words, the last time,
have no power over me. I know
intense love always leads to mourning.
For once, your body doesn’t frighten me.
From time to time, I run my hand over your face
lightly, like a dustcloth.
What can shock me now? I feel
no coldness that can’t be explained.
Against your cheek, my hand is warm
and full of tenderness.
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Leonard Durso 
Well Leonard, this must rank somewhere near the top of the list of beautiful gentle poems. Now I have another poet to investigate.
I’ve loved this poet ever since I discovered her when I had my bookstore back in the late 70s. Enjoy your discovery.
Louise Glück a great poeta and a moving poem. Thank you!
I agree.