Mourning II

Would I ever really know

The layers of

Connectedness

The tendrils and pathways

Of intertwined consciousness

That we share

Until the grief of loss

Illumines them

Etched upon my soul?

Would I ever plunge

Into the depths of

Existence?

Unless to find the rend, the tear

where you

Slipped through

And left a hole

Taking some parts of me

Leaving a trail of your passing

For me to savor

To trace with familiar longing.

I ride the swells of grief

One moment riding high

On the breast of communal memory

The next, plunged alone into

A dark and pointless place

My compass askew

The magnet missing

My North – disappeared.

We walked this life hand in hand

Now my hands are still

And the journey carries on

With only one set of footsteps

It is more intense

More sharp without your camaraderie

I am super-sensitized to the scene

It cuts me deeply where I find not only

The pain of loneliness,

But that I am full

Of appreciation and gratitude

Of Love

The gift of what was given,

Can never be taken away;

I am altered completely;

Carved like a canyon

By the river of your being.