Glow

Howl for the wondrous;

I hope you’re okay.

Over there.

On the other side.

It’s been nearly a year.

The winter has come again.

I like to think your energy is near.

I like to think I can feel you here.

Some days.

When the sun breaks through

and is warm on my skin.

I wrap myself in your warm

sunshine embrace.

For a moment I feel okay.

I really hope you are okay.

On the other side.

But how can you be.

When we are here.

To reply with the truth

When someone asks you if you’re okay.

But it is.

If there isn’t a safe place of trust

That has been carefully built to provide

a place to speak.

Honestly. Openly. Truthfully.

How can one open up completely if they fear the response. If they fear the rejection to their open broken heart.

So it is hard.

I won’t say if I’m really okay.

And I’m not okay.

To ask someone if they are okay.

It’s only hard, when you don’t

Even when you’d rather hide in the cupboard in the dark drinking wine from a bottle.

You fucking rock.

Nine months today since you

left this earth.

I still feel you in the breeze.

See you in the moon.

Wonder where you are.

Wonder if you’re near.

Wonder if you check on the kids.

Tuck them in.

Say good night.

But we won’t see you in the morning.

Every morning we remember

You are gone.