It's Still Life

A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week

The I In It

Passing Through

those emotional days, 
an eternal gift 

let's take a walk, he'd say - 
it was never about walking 

world, my world, what I lost. 
I was full of mourning 

we 
of complex ancestry, he’d say 

never lie because truth 
runs in our veins

he is gone  - already ash  
before I could reach him. 

it is a passing, his ashes 
swept downstream, so milky.
  
and I thought I heard him say, 
I was made for you.

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