Linda

It seems darker now,

now that you’re gone-

The breeze reminds me

of the breath you exhaled

so often in sorrow and

loneliness for someone

we both loved so much.

Twenty years ago

we said goodbye

to your sister, yours of blood

mine of fortune.

Your ashes  scatter, filling

 the emptiness she left behind.

Just when I learned of you,

and why your precious

beating deadened the silence

of loss, you were whisked away

in the dark and I never had a chance

to say goodbye.