How do the others
deal with this
this knowledge
these facts
that life
this life
this cliff edge we
dangle from
with the unmanicured
nail
of our littlest finger
is only a
waiting room
full of the scents
and tastes
and memories of
those all ready
departed?
This is a poem about the permanent departure of loved ones from our life and how we deal with the inevitable. This poem is in my book I Wish So Much to Hold You which is available at www.bbotw.com.