Because she went away 
my world slowed, stilled,
waiting for me to catch up,
prodding me along, taking my hand.

There are no lessons for grief.
We are all on our own path,
one no one else has ever trod
and no one ever will again.

The days teach me how to live,
the nights speak to me in silence.
I find solace in the greens of Spring
in the bright moon of Autumn eves.
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Seattle, Washington - May 25, 2024