Her voice,

for years my guiding melody,

such sweet surreal

knowledge.

When I was a kid,

I remember wondering if

always unsure,

was she walking or going away,

the tears wouldn’t stop,

I waited,

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

imagine

is that she might tell me how to get there.

For now I remain in the quiet of her memory.