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 vicious cells 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