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Reckoning

I didn’t see the dying, in the smiles you dropped so casually,
In the tears you sniffed away, when clouds made you blue;
Your eyes flitted past my face, like butterflies fleeing rain…
How can death be so stealthy, spring so bitter-sweet,
To mask the tang of dying, in buds of evergreen?
I never felt the leaving, it seemed like seasons waning,
The edge of the rainbow, fading, the lives we’re living, changing.

That day we sat in sunset, our fingers threaded fast,
We glimpsed the world turning, two watchers firmly grasped.
Grey shadows grew with sunset, leaning against your heaving chest,
And I heard the click of prayer beads, as they bid you rise and leave.
You looked at me with sunshine, a love undimmed with time,
Then you slowly lay beside me, warmth trickling from your eyes.
I finally saw the dying, in the ghosts you breathed out at last.
I had to let you leave me, though the sky broke with my cries.

I sit at my empty table, gap-toothed grief abounds
Some days I fill with sunshine, but the rain won’t leave my side.