She’d been ill for a long time. Anticlimactic
Was her passing. Her breathing just slowed down and came
To a stop. My impatience I felt guilt about
For a while, but I’ve had time to figure that out
For the most part. I know that things won’t be the same.
Generally my numbness is ataractic.

I don’t know what I expected to have occurred.
Did I want to see angels or her spirit rise
To the ceiling and exit? Did I want there to
Be some last words between us? And what can I do
To maintain my existence as I realize
How this loss affects me such that I’m without word?

The most perfect creation is the one where the
Next logical step just happens. I can become
More aware of her presence if I believe that
She’s not gone. In a spiritual habitat
She exists now. It’s where every being comes from.
I can line myself up with her reality.

I know now that her inner being was waiting
For exactly the right moment. I’m the one who
Had created the drama through my ignorance.
I had made too much of the entire circumstance
I am interested in her new point of view.
I reach her any moment by concentrating.