.
Harder each time to say
fair winds. Another person
gone, like a fading memory
once vivid, once visited
often.
.
I say, “Next time!” before
the rains come, before
the pain of knowing
so much about your need
to go to other spaces.
.
This is a song of great joy
wishing you wellness
security, arms to hold you,
many kisses day or night.
.
The mind loses sight like a
blind eye turned to history
that had a full fling when we
were young.
.
Then life abducted time
and other friends drew lots
and won the rights to
your existence.
.
Lady A
10-08-12
217p
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