The Remembering
Each year the anniversary of your death comes
we sense it in our bones
the acuteness of loss is never forgotten
but time is a fog like gauze
around the original wound
giving the slightest distance
as healing takes place
Our bodies know what to do
and one day
the place where you were cut from us
is no longer gaping
It has come together
forms a beautiful silvery scar
we run our fingers along
surprised by the softness
and its strange supple shine
The season, autumn
the shortening days
the light becomes less and less
a steady descent to winter
The smells of decay
letting go
the once lush green leaves
turned to flashes of bright colors
and falling fade to brown
swallowed up by earth
for a future distant season of rebirth
It is a familiar closet
in a dream I’ve been in many times
I know where everything is
but it is dark
I don’t know where the light switch is
or perhaps it is burned out
and I can’t see anything clearly
yet still
I feel you everywhere
Remembering is to touch your existence
and know it is as close as ever
even after all these years
