Visions of you continue to come through. I see your deep brown eyes
in my dreams.
Then when I awake, your picture monogramed is clear—a grave reminder
that I keep near.
In my drowsy state, I question, why are you there…
on the front cover of a funeral program?
Conversations that we had, and words that you said,
they just won’t be quiet in my head.
But, instead, they now ring out loud. While buried there, they arise to resonate
and repeat in my ears almost to the point that I wonder in fact,
if others might also hear.
The pure sound of your laughter, and your “killer” smile—all
are in my memory so clear. Then there are the gestures you made,
your proud little walk, and the way in which you talked and dressed–deep
in my heart so seared, as they now all lay down for a winter’s rest.
You’re gone away, yet a small part still remains in the very breath I take
and included in
each movement I make.
My desire is to forget the pain of your death—I sincerely wish that day
could simply be changed to disappear and actually go away.
But, stubbornly, my thoughts remain
wherever they may.
and they linger… till I find that I’m lost
right there, once again… in
Your Last Day.