for years my guiding melody,
such sweet surreal
When I was a kid,
I remember wondering if
was she walking or going away,
the tears wouldn’t stop,
that’s when I learned the true meaning
of abandon …
When I can sit and write these words,
how might I define the rivers in my eyes?
somewhere out there,
the sky so longing,
somehow I do know there is a reckoning,
yet my only wish as I
is that she might tell me how to get there.
For now I remain in the quiet of her memory.