Phyllis

Phyllis

We don’t speak of it-

the loss silencing

our world.

How arrogant of the sun

to rise

when we were facing

 the black hole emptiness

 beyond,

not enough breathing space

for our own grieving.

Some pain can’t be shared,

sometimes we are islands

surrounded by restless current

fearing if we were to plunge

we’d breathe in anothers tears

and drown.

It was good to love you,

but oh how the earth trembled

                                                          when we had to say goodbye.

For deverse 10/10/13 Friends