I see
what the fire
reveals of your eyes.
Your soul
golden
agasinst the brown of your skin
makes itself known.
And touches me
in a place
beyond words
before words
before the word.
for you
i wait
not longingly
contently
completely
utterly still
within
knowing
that one day
you and i
we
will be
I wake
With my fingers moving
Across the coarse cotton of the bed
Toward a notion of you.
Breathing deep
I dream your scent into being.
A longing
So utterly essential
No longer confined
Searches the sheets.
Wanting nothing more
Or less
Than to invoke you.
inside
there is a space
that aches
of a ghostly hollow
yet to come.
a future memory
of a piece
of myself
yet to be vacant.
I struggle
for stillness
and simplicity
in it all.
and
I fail.
You came to me
the day you died
But, not to say goodbye
No
To ask me
simply
to remember.
