sometimes
my mind flashes back - - -
a few years back - - -
of a card written in
death's decaying hand.
the spidery letters wobble along;
the ivory background stark
in its stoic watch over its letters.
like the hand of god holding onto
his people recalled into heaven,
an iron fist of no choice.
(is there a heaven? i hope so,
because i know
you belong there.)
you thanked me for such
mundane things - -
card games, things like that.
all the things that bring fresh
tears to my eyes right now.
it's been 5 or 6 years.
i still miss you fiercely,
when i think too hard about it.
(though it only hits occasionally.)
a freight train to the chest.
i'm down for the count.