Dearest Most, Dearest Karl,
One year since you have gone.
Difficult , most difficult.
So much self pity, sadness, wish I could or would haves.
Waves of regret and self pity wash over me.
Denial has gone back to Egypt.
I wish not for your replacement.
At every significant moment,
I consider how you would enjoy it,
were you here.
I look at your picture, I think of our life together.
I ignore the impatience of those around me
and think only of you and your quirky self
And it makes me smile in my sea of tears.
I thought this ocean of sorrow would relent,
then waves of emotion crash over me.
But when I give into the lump in my throat and wale
The dark of the sea surrounds me,
And in the song of sadness,
I feel peace in my grief.
rOBIN dODGE
