Sunday, May 10, 2015

Sonhood

I see it all around me today.

Old photos and "thanks for making me who I am today."

I'm in a place neither here nor there, one of emptiness and guilt and mourning.

Mourning for someone who is still alive.

And I fear can only thank once she is no longer here.

Taken by this current, down, I can only see the dissolving glow of light above.

How warmly it must shine.