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.