Though I could not bring back my smile

I do live painless

beyond the loss of you,

well placed in confusion

-the scheme of things-

we might never want to understand

 

I flow with the water

my soul is breathing freely

suggesting we all could recognize

the elegance inherent

with never really knowing

why

 

I do know,

I listen to your cries,

I hear them with a joyful

rendition tells me I did exist

in your eyes,

in everyone’s heart,

I would be a strong memory

 

Please know I remember all of you

as my peace begins to await your own.

© Thom Amundsen 2016