That you’ve been gone from me,
A time without time,
Returned to where there is no night, so that you can show me the light still,
The white albatross of the dark matter that holds everything together,
The eternal galaxy of my pages,
The eyes I have for seeing people’s hands, the way they carry their years on their fingers,
Their deppest stories before their dreams,
Before their eyes.
You went but took none of the joy you taught me,
You, the life of my words and all the words of my life.