Precious gems
started January 14th, 2021
Sometimes I think of
poems and people
misplaced lost missing gone
they live on
as gems in
my heart
tumbled smooth
by the turbulence
of my frantic love
each a precious
polished stone
ruby labradorite jade peridot
nightly before I sleep
I kiss them each one
so they will have sweet dreams.
How do you write about someone who has passed? We have all experienced this losing. You would recognize the words. I could say his name. Charles. I could describe him and the shape of the world without him. Instead of that, I leave you with his last words to me, included in the poem above. May he, and you, find peace tonight.