No exit explicit, no nothing.
Yet you made it outside,
burned too bright,
cast a spell.
A pigeon birdie stopped
by our window
bobbing of your passing
or else it was you
divested of your weights
before the flight.
You let us firm believe
we parted lightly,
if in the words we mouthed
or toasts of them frank
got to the wishing well.
As now remembering you,
you wanted our home an open house,
Us happily married and loving.