and that feeling is new
you can pinpoint the hole left in the place of daily filling
acutely aware, no beauty goes without notice
breath and friendship not taken for granted,
your mind can move forward and back at grief’s bidding,
it feels like paralysis and flight all at once
Every day, the face of the Earth loses a speck
and gains another, but I do not. I gain much from my loss–
words already spoken, a faith now cradling my restless head,
the significance of ordinary things. Is it marking time?
Or is it grabbing the colors of a universe bent upon painting
and framing the eternal in each one of us? When you miss someone
your soul is on fire, you know life in a singular way
you pick up the pencil and you trace the shapes.