you were there
until you weren't.

you made your
presence & absence
a seamless transition,
a folk tale for your passing disposition.

so much so
they became synonymous
until your name
became one with anonymous . . .

I yearn for the days
when I could pull poetry
from my brain
like a string of pearls,
shimmering opal,
so beautiful to all.

Where    have    my    pearls    gone?