It’s not your death anniversary
nor your birth day in Heaven.
I share your Presence
when I miss It the most.
The hole in my heart
is bigger and deeper
than the Grand Canyon.
I know you’re near though.
Yesterday I found
a black feather;
I love that you care
from afar
I can’t hear you
the way I wished
I could—
Whispering in my ear
sweet loving words;
Feeling your embrace
until it cuts my breath
Those black and white photos take me back in time
where we had each other
where the promise of Love
could be lived.
I think you look like James Dean here—
In your own way.