Separation
Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle
Everything I do is stitched with its color
This poem commemorates a deep loss in my life. After the shock of sudden death, we each found ourselves a deep pool to wade through. Don’t worry, Dear Reader. Time gives memories back; the thoughtless remarks, the bad jokes, and conversations seemingly gone forever.
Keep moving. If you find your heart hardened in the wake of death or loss, find yourself in light.