again, here I am
trying to keep your
memory all to myself
these hands are selfishly
reaching out to gather up
your insane goodness
when they should be
laid out flat
palms up and open
to support your freedom
~ there’s a distinct blue that
arrives as the sun starts to
set,
its only there for a few
minutes,
peaceful and cooling,
gentle on the eyes and
mellow ~
I used to think
the sun of you was
the only thing that
came and went,
but now I know
that there is also
this blue
and it comes
and it goes
so quickly
(Photo is location of my sisters ashes)
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