“All you can depend on now is that
Sorrow will remain faithful to itself.
More than you, it knows its way
And will find the right time
To pull and pull the rope of grief
Until that coiled hill of tears
Has reduced to its last drop.”
― John O’Donohue, To Bless the Space Between Us: A Book of Blessings

Even though I can’t see you,
you whisper in the trees.
The waves of longing lap my feet,
your laugh lingers on the breeze.
I won’t let days fly past,
that I don’t memorize your face,
from earthen wounds
beloved,
you left a trace…

For you are the wind
on the loveliest of days,
and you are the flowers
fluttering along the way….

You send the birds
and I sit a while;
you walk beside me on the longest mile….

And when tears flow,
you’re sorry for my loss,