Once I held you
when there were no more words
only the spindly length of skin and bone, landscape
of defeated shoulders, limbs still
as an unplucked string, my own pressed
where I could imagine heat, seal some memory
of how we moved, unmoored, no longer
wanting, scarring, open palm
to empty fist, your low-hum
breath, my wincing sigh slivering
the winged darkness, vaulted air —
I forgive you.
I know.
I love you.
I know.
It’s OK.
I know.
And now, home is a changed
melody, trumpet mouth
on a disfigured dream.
Nothing to hold
but time.
The Traveling Light 
deep bow. deep gratitude. thank you.
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Oh Naila! And now you return to the land of his birth and yours. How you will bless the ones who remain! 🙏🏽💞🐬
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As they will me, my friend.
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Such tender moments, passing between his heart and yours as his soul took flight, finally, from it’s weighed down body. As you journey back may you feel him ever beside you, softly whispering in your ear, my girl, my baby girl, I see you and what a woman you have become. I am with you, always.
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Thank you, my dear, dear friend. This blessing means the world to me as so many emotions rise up…May it be so. Amen.
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