break up poem

i make my shroud, but no one knows
simply speaking
do i like it
there by the window in the old house
why do
i was a goddess ere the marble found me
it was many and many a year ago
she must go back, she said
out of the window a sea of green trees
i gazed upon the glorious sky
one by one, like leaves from a tree
she was a beauty in the days
tell me not