Three Years Later
The happy things that come to mind
are the things I focus on.
The past otherwise feels bruised
and unloving. But it is no longer that dark
corner it once was when caring for you
seemed such a struggle.
The memories where the sun glints in
and illumines the suspended dust of a life,
a remembered hike along Lake Michigan
or our trip to Cambridge, the Bronze Buddha
rising up out of the fog on Lantau Island.
Those are the memories that now float to the surface
without effort. Memories I wished had been less distant
to sustain me in our darkness
when losing you was closer than I realized.
May 13, 2016 by c.m. brooks