HOT thick tears -
so hot they burn my skin.
Lumbering down my face...
trickling down my neck...so slow...they almost tickle.
It rained the day before you died.
And I could sense you didn't want me to visit.
It was the following day that matter so much.
You waited for me to arrive. Thank you.
It rained the day before we released your ashes.
It has been two months.
And I can sense you...still opening the door to love
wider and wider and wider and wider...
I remember how your chest soften and
turned warm again...relaxed...your skin aglow and pink.
But only in your heart area. Your heart!
It was my secret miracle.
OH, I WAS WATCHING! I was watching, my friend.
I wanted to shout, "Everyone, LOOK!"
I watched a mystery unfold before me.
Gone. Returning to cold.
Then you flew away.
All I have done since then is laugh and cry...at the same time.
And yet...I am so very happy.
Photo by C. Johnson.