He left
On the white feathered
Wings of Angels
On an uncharacteristically
Warm fall night
And as my world
Like the bottom dropping out
Or the proverbial rug being pulled
From under my feet
I drifted off
Where nothing was real
And nothing held life
With fragile hands
The way it once had
Prayers became a mantra
God became Mother Nature
And I sailed away
With an old lover
To the San Blas Islands
Before the rainy season
Could wash away all
The memories that flooded
– every waking moment
– every dream
– every breath inhaled
– every breath exhaled
He was gone
But remained
To this day; like the wind, a heartbeat, breathing

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