Yesterday I missed you and mourned what I have lost.
Today I mourned for you and all that you have missed.
Somewhere along the journey through memory’s cloudy landscape
may we meet and discover that we mourn
because we miss each other.
Let not our memories be like snowflakes
that when they touch the not yet frozen ground
May the snow swirl above
in an eternal dance
and the two of us embrace
and remember our best selves
and only what was good.
All the rest can fall to the ground
and melt away.
She asked so sweetly
if summer would come back.
And I thought of you.
About how you would soon pass
and not return for another season.
The finality of it
You have almost fully departed
disappearing as you breathe.
As the crickets quietly sing
as the leaves turn
as the season changes
and they and you fall.
And as the past no longer exists
nor will you.
But in the present
you will always dwell in my heart.
And there I will carry the piece of you
that I knew
that was ours
through the seasons
until I too pass.
*This was originally posted on September 2, 2014.