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