She left a wake of bubbles trailing behind
I never left her though
I was there when her head touched the pillow
I smelled her deep in my soul her scent on my nostrils
I felt the liquid pearls of her grief when she thought
I didn’t see her crying
I knew her thoughts when her countenance cringed in
despair.
I held her hand when she trembled in fear
I was gone but never more present
A wish away from holding her to ease
her feelings of disappearance
Never as far away as it seems that
we go
Closer than a mere whisper of a truth
barely heard in a wake of dissonance.