Memories
of yesterdays
weave through
my todays,
casting bittersweet shadows
of grief
and of joy.
Reminders
of what has been lost,
of what remains,
of what has been
gained.
Absence
amplifying
the dearness
of what is;
haunting
with reminders
of fragility.
A gaping hole –
what will fill?
Life
but a breathe -
in, and out;
ordinary, and precious;
heartbreaking, and beautiful;
with beginning,
and end.