Remember The Temple

They weep
who remember the temple
before it was ever destroyed.
And nothing is ever as simple;
no laughter completely enjoyed,
not after the temple was broken,
not after the letter's been sent,
Not after these griefs have been woken,
Not after this garment's been rent.
They try
to rebuild in the clearing
what all of these bricks can't replace.
But you who forgot, keep on cheering,
and try not to look at my face.