close
as another
a silent goodbye
is lost to the whispers
I once held you near
fading the feelings
surrendered to word
laces and graces
willing me home

a trail
where the river
turns toward the sea
a wish
never meant
for a star

times I was certain
nights I was here
led by a dream
forever
somehow
was written in letters
folded by years
ink stained
these fingers
where voice

is recalled
a hush of remember
as quiet resounds
to sit in the still
unwilling
to go

. . .