Bye

i can sense

a gush of sorrow

i can do nothing to tear

a   w    a    y . . .

 

her passing i feel

over, ahead,

beyond

 

her life was news

i swear: our paths never intersected

 

her death news too

until her poems bred wounds

in my veins, with words,

weakening my joints

 

i can sense

a wave of sorrow

now at 4:54

 

Is it her burial time?

Time for the final hi-five?

 

No one tells me anything.

& i do not wish to know

 

but this sensing is as much…

when two moons ago

I felt a hardening of hearts,

a wall of loathe

by a little, selective group . . .

 

inexplicable a feeling it was,

the wall became a wave

and reached me

 

as this sorrow comes now

 

but the wave couldn’t break me

It made me more rock  – ground to sky,

(and thank you.)

 

but this sorrow, will… break me.

 

water –

its delicate

reaching

the kernel

 

of surrendering.

 

Alvida.

Alvida.

Alvida.

 

Go have fun in heaven.