I didn’t stop when deaths obscurity
came sliding
Like thin silt
Under the rug.
It paused for me, though, that first night you died, You stood on the porch, Your surfer shirt and khakis Spelled California.
I had to come this far west,
A journey,
Leg by leg,
So together
We could pause
That night and
Take a grand
Review of it all,
Without speaking.
You,
A newly risen spirit.
So we separate for a long day of time,
Yet the soft blanket of eternity pulls
Us closer.