Faint echoes of memory
Will illuminate even the darkest night.
Ghosts of stars long dead speak to stars as yet unborn.
We got (will have gotten will one day get) this.
The same new-old story:
Let me fall
It’s true – that my star
Evaporated long ago.
A question that lingers.
In all the billions and billions
Maybe because otherwise-
There would be no one to ask that question.
Close the door.
No one needs to know
That I have nothing (everything this one thing)
(I love you forever.)
2 thoughts on “In Memory”
Lovely poetry, Anne. Such beautifully evocative opening lines.
I suspicion the voice of the eternal divine loving us too