Din Hay Poet Narrative

Loss

Speckled sunlight tickles my nose 
The world around us tumbles, then slows
The letter in your hand, sharp corners and smooth 
A distant reminder of our youth 
Your eyes are far, looking deep into the future 
Yet another tear in my heart I will have to suture 
Morning frost covers prickly grass, 
Creating a textured blanket while I count grains of sand pass through the hourglass 
We may have lost her to screeching tires 
To change that day is my yearning desire
Love drifts apart as a part of it passes 
Documents for spreading of ashes 
People come and go, battered souls continue to heal 
Emotions running loose, the mix of loss and ache is surreal 
This white envelope will now determine my fate
It tells me how you feel

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