by Lisa Baxter
My sorrow is full, candles no longer dance
The flame burns like my tears
Where are you? You cannot not be.
Perhaps because you were part of me
The pain is now my soul.
The hot tears flow again;
There is no timing of them – they come at will and refuse to be damned.
I don’t want release; grief is keeping you alive.
I fear the time when I can no longer hear your voice or see your smile.
I no longer fear death; in death I will be with you again.