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the sun burned red
against the future
we beheld
a majesty of brilliant light
and whispered
our secrets to the waiting
as iridescent colors
faded
into the west
you were gone
with nimble grace
along a path
unfettered by bones
where air flows
pure
Your phone vibrates
with unanswered calls and texts…
and a picture, the only proof we were.
Your watch, a half pack of smokes,
and an unfinished rhyme ~
things you left behind.
I gaze
into the silence
my love
resounding in
an unsung lullaby
tornadoday 
Very touching and moving words…very nicely delivered Bobbie!
Thank you, Wendell. This was written after a weekend of sitting with my sister-in-law as she stared a crumpled pack of Winstons, wondering if throwing them away would send a message that she was ‘done with him’……. 🙂 The sweetest truth is that love is never done. Thank you so much. Have a glorious day and weekend. ~ My love, Bobbie
The juxtaposition of the phone and plave where pure air flows is sudden and stunning,
As are most things we can’t put name to. And even the things we feel, we dare not say. Thank you for reminding me, Seb. ~ Love, Bobbie