Hope, eclipsed this golden morning by old,
Aching wounds and survival
Apart from you. I am surrounded
by such wrinkled beauty
And my capacity to remember
to be at home with it
may be what saves me:
Pieces together becoming
a sweet and generous memorial
In my soul – your smells, your eyes, your smile.
in the remarkable pleasure
in a cherished friend
How I miss you.
Enjoying your unconditional presence
Hope, this evening I recall it.