Kathleen

Old friends leaveIt’s that time of yeara change  in our belief, a knowledgethis won’t last forever. I feel the future formdifferent redefinedfull of dreams we tried to haveso many years ago. I listen to your songsricher now than everyour voice a velvet throbsongs of love & love’s bold treasure. Yes, I listen to your songsfill the big housebouncing from the wallsyou’ve laughed & cried over & the children all grown stronghold hands for a tomorrowwe will never see: while old friendsleave picture postcard faces their scars on you & me. I listen to your songstheir wave of loss & leapshere, a pocketful of blissthere, a love so deep earth could never hold it.It flew away to God,escaped on gossamer wings,& left you singing for us.