Gone

Your face is in my head:

I hadn’t thought of you

in years, but now I see

a mirage of your life;

a rainbow on a waterfall

the sunshine & the rain

those demons that I fought

both real & imagined.

So bright, so handsome so alive

but now you face the fire

dust to dust, molecules of light

float through space & time

to visit in my dreams:

I didn’t know

I didn’t know

the life that I let go

would return like this

to haunt me.

Your face is in my head

an image clear & true

dark eyes dark curls

your voice soft measured words,

you were a good person

who touched the core of life

your talent ran so deep

the caverns cannot hold it.

Who am I to write these words?

Who am I to mourn you?

I didn’t know

I didn’t know

the life that I let go

would return this day

to haunt me.