Post 9 - 'Again'

3/19/16 – by Wade Heineman

 

To miss someone’s presence

says

they’re a rare and cherished gift.

You know from where they came

and to where they went.

 

The pain

of their voice without sound,

the vision of their face

without

the power to touch.

 

These are the absences

that annihilate you now.

Allow them. 

Allow them to pass,

then return and pass again,

and return always - when you can.

 

Look for the coming and going

of Sun, rain,

anything you might love.

 

Someday, you understand,

they’ll be with you again

without these barriers.

 

They never left,

but your body

cannot follow now.

 

Written in memory of Chris Hernandez, and for the family and friends of Jedediah Wilson.