I stood below full moon
knowing what was in store.
Knowing I would again,
be thrown into a healing mode drama.    

The room was hot
with no summer breeze
when head hit pillow.

When deep wounds of past
engaged my consciousness
and I was faced with pain.

It was 3 months since you left.
Since your blue eyes became a memory
etched in mind.

It was just 12 weeks ago
that I entered my car
to greet you in airports lear.
and found self teary eyed and lost.

Learned your car on route
spun uncontrollably
to enter you into deaths realm.

Now I greet you in my dreams,
as pillow dampens again.

As linen becomes like wash towel  
inside puddles of dampness
while I pour pain and sadness into puffy cushion

Hopefully healing of heart
will be complete soon
so I can live as free soul void of
painful lifetimes.

A time I can think of you
my Curtis sweet
as the gift you were
without tears.