Now that you have gone
- it would be natural to say:
I miss your touch, your smile, your sighs,
sharing your every day.

Those aspects are now absent,
leaving in constant shade
the many footfalls you have left
and impressions you had made.

Harder still I must endure
our connections outside time
Sunset, moonrise, rains and snow,.
whose issues were yours and mine.

How do I explain to the rising moon
that you're no longer near?
And tell the thundering summer storm
that I alone now hear?

Will the falling snow now understand
I alone count each flake?
Does Earth's Mother feel, as I now feel,
your absence as an ache?

I must trust the passing season
and time's beat marching on
to ease the reason for this pain
- now that you have gone.

LCA - 2007

TY for sharing the beauty of your humanity

Very good write!