Sometimes I stroke the side of my face and pretend it is you.

 today i was twisting our ring bands

i wear yours and mine

and felt a polished consummate comfort

of presence and moment

as if not alone for that secret impossible instant

alone now, don’t go 

but for that secret impossible instant

there you are

That afternoon on Russian Ridge

 long grass was green so it 

was spring time
on the western slope of Russian Ridge when

Jim stood over me to shield my eyes

from the slanting afternoon sun

never before did I wake 

to such piercing joy

And such maudlin poetry

Forward?

 Querida mia, months since my last check in. For so long I was at bottom, bereft and devastated, wanted nothing but you. It was horrifically painful to attempt life without you and it takes so long. I struggle still, waves of flooding grief, but begin to inch forward incrementally. I never will be whole without you. But I am changed. Finding my way alone. We had been twain, the two of us, together, one half of the other, together a whole. Now I stand alone, not as fragile as I was first without you. But a different person at sea in what comes next. At least, it feels that way now. Please don’t let me slide back into that despair that sent me groveling in grief.

another grievous loss

 Grief morphs and so do I. In some ways I am closer to you, further in other ways. But cognizant always of the void of you. Without your civilizing presence I am more judgmental and annoying yet more kitty loving (kitties for the Win!). Our Pat died, devastating. Remember our Scotland/NorwayIceland cruise in 2018? As we were at dinner one night, I was chatting away, then you nudged me and pointed at Pat who was crying silently over her dinner plate. Wish we could have helped her more.

What I Would Do Differently

 What I would do differently

Your world would become mine,

Truth only is perception, you would be my truth,

Reserving just enough of mine to get us by

in a place dispassionate

I would be your passion

You would be mine

Would hold you dear and close

And be your partisan always

Would embrace your truth

Your body, your being, You.

Is it too late?

 I still have no idea how I’m going to live long term without you. Next week I’m driving up to Point Reyes/Tomales Bay. Renting a cottage on the bay in Marshall. Finally will strew your ashes in the bay where we shared so much love. It’s the right thing to do for us.