visitation

Sometimes you will come to me

when the present breaks open

as the past makes its presence felt

and I know

this was the soil I grew out of

Today I recalled how dark and lonely

life often felt

and of how many feelings

you carried

that lay silent

Sometimes lately

when these tears

this gief

and this longing

surprises me again

I know the breadth and depth of it

in a way I never could before

As I see the many ways in which I was

blind

Sometimes

when loneliness surprises me

again

huge feelings fill the empty space

as healing washes over me

there is release in that

along with the knowing

of how deeply I loved you

and how precious are the times

the memory of you

surprises me

with its visitation