After the Mourning

You had just come from her memorial service

the last time I saw you.

There was an expected unease in your eyes,

a slight tremble in your voice.

Its been about a week since then.

Last night was closer

to the you I've known

as we sat there

drinking beers in my car.

I played you some music

by the band whose gig you missed.

We listened for a while,

finding what is there,

what is left of us

whenever such things happen.

The heart cracks

and creaks from use,

its strength is unsurpassed

by any manmade creation.

When the moment had passed

we stepped out in the night

and into the place

we give birth

to that primal sound.

In Memory We Are Eternal

Mourn,

let your heart

shed its tears,

transitions

are never easy.

Let love

be the memory

you carry,

Let love

be your impetus

for life.

Our lives are

always in transit,

the spiral continues,

matter changes state,

the spirit freed

returns.