Dec29

On the night you passed, leaving me behind
to wail and mourn and lose my mind
I wanted to follow, to be where you were,
but the others I love kept me here.
Now that time has swept me along
there's another parting, feels just as wrong:
as I go on into winter's days
I leave you behind in the summer haze.
Every reminder of the season past
when you drifted away as you breathed your last
can choke me up and stop me short--
this pain is not of the healing sort.