she's gone.
There are others I think about ..
gone as well.
Space they occupied ..
is different now.
Quiet
solemn and still.
Selfishly I wish them back ..
sadly they can't return.
Silence fills their void ..
answers evade my queries.
I beg one moment ..
an instant to share
unspoken words ..
puke out my fermented thoughts.
Words .. each nuance .. all meanings
intended or not
join the cosmos ..
permanently.
We have our time ..
a brief flash ..
when all is said that can be
our time is past.
As wisdom grows ..
words become precious ..
fewer ..
measured.
One opportunity ..
exhalation complete.
Gift or dagger ..
delivered.
Give words like diamonds on satin ..
eternally bathed in light.
Anything more or less is
Fluff.
March 21, 2015
from Kauai to Paris .. and all places between
Bill