April 17, 2015

Requiem


In the wind chimes
outside my door,
I hear your voice,
unlike before.
You keep asking
where I am.
I'm not sure
I can explain it
all again.
They sound
more and more
like you,
sometimes silent,
sometimes blue.
They're calming,
like everything
happens
as it should,
giving me peace,
just like I always
knew they would.