Your passing changes me…

I didn’t know there’d be a time when I would miss you.
Words bring tears of disbelief at the lack of your desire
to at least communicate, to place a plug where endless thought can be.
Mend this place where endless thought can be.

To see a soul so clearly, and keep the torch alive, be rained upon
with pure discomfort is sadness at it’s greatest fullest moon.

And I will miss you.

Life’s passing can be so harsh and yet in truth
at every birth begins the cycle to our death.

Knowing this no better readies me for the changes
your lack of presence brings.
You lived your life and I was witness;
blessed by it, I was born of it.

And I will miss you.

Feel my blood rush, listen to the wind and wave with passing clouds,
I know you now are everywhere and I will hear your voice in my heart,
forever.



5.21.10
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