In the motion of flying leaves
I can feel the wind revolve around the urn
Embracing it,
Embracing you
I will miss you,

But like old clothes, I will learn
To outgrow the memory of you
As time alters my head and body
My favorite jeans I insist on wearing,
But they just won’t fit anymore.

We now ride the boat of forgetting
Before alighting, allow me for the last time
To hide in your embrace
And the tattoo smile lines on your face
To which I lift a finger to trace.
We look to each other’s glass eyes,
Put on our coats, nod, then walk away.

But listen:
There always comes a time,
When the imagination fills in the absence
And the memory is relieved again
And again
For death does not end love
And separation does not further the distances