C.
vines wrap themselves around her in a shroud of gold and glitter,
the seasons have tightened their grip on yet another being, taking him from this earth and all its bitterness.
my friend, left shaken, mourns his disappearance.
like an earthquake passing through a city of towering buildings and gleaming lights,
his memory forces her to hide herself in safety.
what to do now, how to carry on. these are the new mysteries she’ll have to figure out.
on her own, never alone.
with a belief that the dead never really leave, i wish i had better words to offer.
but my tongue is trapped behind the steel gates of my mouth and all i can provide are condolences.
how ugly, she deserves far more than “get rest”.
so this, is just for you, my dear.
tides will bring the viciousness of this cycle round to meet you in the end,
and your reward will be the smile on the face of the only man who’ll always have your whole heart.
in prayers and silence i give you my support,
in the breath of a morning, comfort of his knowing hand.
irreplaceable, irreplaceable.
always yours.
