Last night was the night, that Sue flew high and free-
dear Emma just called to tell me so.
I’m sure she took herself out of the game
before it became too too god awful
and everyone would have to witness the decay.

She flew in the night. She has no more pain, she
is no longer tired to her bones.
She has no more bones.
Just the echo of her final breath
as it will stay in the hearts of her family
until they find her again, as night
becomes day.

Her brave first born daughter on the phone
Sue wanted me to be called, not to see it in an email
she wanted me to know, she wanted
her daughter to tell me so.

I told Emma that I loved her, and wished
that I could give her a hug
and how I knew I would always find her mom
again some other go ‘round.

She thanked me for being her mom’s always friend.

There wasn’t much more to say.

Now I am sad, and angry too
and everyone I didn’t ever ever want to lose is
in the room with me
and their eyes are kind
and the fact remains.

It seems that only our breath
binds us together
but that’s not exactly true
I remember the sound of her voice
it has a small, snug cottage in my
inner place
she is safe, and warm, and free
and happy
and
everywhere all at once.

I wonder what that is like.