Where did you go
upon the year’s passing?
Heavy hung the cloak of your leaving…
for days and weeks, months…
your hand stayed firm
on my shoulder – until
I turned into your embrace.
I felt the warmth around me
but when I nodded
the mantle slipped from me.
Leaving me chilled to wonder:
was this discernment an answer
to questions asked long ago or
a phantom of grief sustained?
October 2006-15
WandeRoseD 