dedicated to a dear friend, Cheryl who died of cancer, a death hastened by contracting covid, and her devoted husband Roy, who too succumbed to the pandemic.

updated after edits suggested by StormWolf


your falcon flew into my heart

to tear out the corded pump from me.

you said “there comes a time to part

and you, my dove, must let me be.”


I felt your longing to be free

Body wasted, relentless pain


circling the sun your silhouette –

wings wide, rising, currents riding

into the eve and past gliding –

remains stamped true inside my eyes.


letters re-opened, read, reread,

present everywhere your presence


I’ve waited for our reunion –

heart’s space locked, a vacant lot –

to banish the desolation

of love temporarily lost.


I close my eyes and rise to you

folded into the shape of you

© Bhi 2023
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Wow! What an experiential reading! It’s painful to go through such a loss, but you have justified it (if I dare to say so without sounding shallow) with a beautiful poem. I think the symbolism that you have used, with birds of different nature, depicts two different aspects of love, love does tear you apart (in this case, literally and figuratively) while it also heals you. Sad that such lovebirds had to succumb to the imperceptible virus.

Last edited 2 years ago by supratik

If I am to be totally honest, I found the repetition of the phrase”the shape of you” lost some power. It is an original and emotive phrase filled with longing…so you had it in the title but then again twice in the body of the poem. I also found the imagery of the falcon too harsh for a loving wife but I do understand the trauma of having a heart ripped out by the loss… It is a difficult one but a falcon and a dove are very different creatures with different energy so to me it did not really… Read more »

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