~For Don always
It isn’t who you are
exactly or the way your lips
form an uneven line into a smile
it isn’t your voice low and deep
and sometimes distant like
an echo bouncing off of ancient hills
it isn’t mostly your touch which
even now a million years from our beginning
sings to my skin it isn’t your eyes gold/green
and deep with unspoken unacknowledged
passions it isn’t your strength fashioning
stone fences casually like the wind lifts
leaves taking them to new
destinations or your ardent honor
loyalty commitment to our lives
our children our children’s
children it isn’t the words you spoke
or speak
or the words
left unspoken it is I think as simple
as simply knowing one thing above
all else the ache that would have
claimed my life without your love.
– Susan A. Katz (All rights reserved)