Fridays, our time.
Sunday afternoons.
I missed none by choice.
A hug, embrace,
The weeks longing held
For a moment. Loved. Needed.
Heard.
The end and beginning.
You died.
I wonder my week.
The light is beyond my sight.
There is no end or beginning.
My days marked by our time
lost.
A blind child
Stars, moon, sun,
Black and White missing
The kaleidoscope of you.
Back to my shell, my mask.
Alone
Lost
