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.