Tagged: pass

in the shadows, we

all day, i keep

all day, i keep
forgetting that you
left us this morning,
and even now, when
i quiet my heart to
take in the news, i
hear old news, when
you called eight years
ago to say that he’s
gone, and do not be
sad, it was so peaceful,
you were reading to him
as he sat in his favorite
chair, and then
you were reading.
tonight, i am not ready
for the details just yet.
there are no brave
messengers. you are
gone, but not yet gone

last night, with one look,

being present takes

being present takes
practice –
it’s not so much
about catching
as they pass,
but allowing
them to slip
right through,
by this, that,
and the other

without meaning to,

without meaning to,
memories get squeezed into
feelings – when you pass

me in aisle five, i am a
swan dive away from buoyant

both sooner and