The White Feather

As I sat remembering, a pure white feather Came twirling on the breeze and landed at my feet. Its softness caressed my toe, gently, softly, Swirling, until the breeze carried it away again - gone. . Like you - gone: taken suddenly, roughly, painfully, Torn away from life: soul transported to another realm. We had spoken that day, laughing, reminiscing, arranging To ‘catch up’ soon, but ‘soon‘ will never come because you’re gone. I loved you, but you never knew how much. I loved you and was melted by your sensual touch, The sensuous movement of your fingers, the gentle Lilt of your voice, ‘hello you’, you used to say. I miss you, but you’ll never know how much. Even though we rarely met these days, you were always There: at the end of a phone, at the end of a road, But now you’re gone, and I mourn your loss. I’m sorry we left it too late: the words, the contact, the ‘Catch up’, the match of minds, the compatibility of touch. I just want you to know that I am grieving for you: I feel your loss and all the more because we missed our moment.