Silent passing

Saturday afternoon

On Saturn’s day

I feel your spirit lingering

Throwing its long shadow

Over the Moon

Hovering

Not so far away

As home from veggie markets I drive

Past the place you lived those final years

Overlooking the park

How can it be that everything

Now seems so right

And I see more clearly

After long long dark night

How all that passed

Unfolded

Just

As it was meant to

And my mind questions

Why is it we cause ourselves

Such despair and misery

Wishing things could be another way

And passing through the park

Tears arise

As I contemplate

Gunmetal grey skies

And think of how we shared this journey

So many times

But now it seems so natural that you are gone

As your memory lingers

Like a gentle song

Who chorus bears repeating

My heart has not stopped beating

Yet

But as I hit the homeward stretch

It seems that my long stolen breath

Is ever so slowly returning

As I watch old mistaken ideas and yearnings

Disappear

Grateful to my very depths

For their silent passing