Tonight I did sit with a friend

I raised a glass to her graceful way, her end

We shared some quiet joy laughter

unexpected—-what are these tears here for?

Recalled our unimportant stories

so we might rebuild, maybe make them new

We didn’t do any of that but sometimes

I wish I were that kind of resource wistful

Make her young and wise

Make her well—-

Clouds drew nearer

hey it looked a bit like beauty or a little rain

We held hands like child naturals

ran through faded long grass horse fields

I leaned back once, distracted by the wind

She could be so fast if you weren’t ready

something bigger happening somewhere

When I turned with a smile, half a word

still unfolding from I want to tell you this!

my hand held only brittle harvest seeds

memories falling like a stream

I called I didn’t I swear here everywhere

It’s only me here sitting silent held

together by heartbeat and the autumn winds

Still I am over and over

carry me one more

She is no longer there🪶