The Circle

The Circle 

I remember watching you sleep

and asking “What if you die?”

    

    what will I do?

    where will I go?

    how will I keep on living?

 

I know the answers now...

I did not die when you died

    

    the sun kept rising

    the wind kept ruffling the sea

    the rain wept silvery tears

 

you left—no! 

you are still here…

 

somehow, you are still here

 

    in every moonbeam

    rustle of leaf

    roll of thunder 

    scent of rain

    

in every spill of summer light...

 

in the night I breathe you

    you breathe me

 

    sigh my sighs

    smile my smiles

    dream my dreams...

 

the circle opens and closes

 

    opens and closes

    

but you are not gone—no!

 

you are still here

 

    forever here

   

    encircled.

Photo Credit: Gemma Evans - Upsplash