This morning, in the fog of sleep,
I let a poem get away from me.
Lyrically, it ran through my mind
With contemplative beauty
It pondered purples, capturing the essence of a
As I succumbed to the folds of sleep
I trusted it to come back to me
As they so often do.
This morning, I dreamed of our goodbyes
Via phone and text as a change of plans
Prevented in person hugs and kisses and
Blessings and toasts to your future.
You were so lyrical in your happiness
Speaking of noticing purple in a field,
Echoing Shug, contemplating the certainty of
Your dreams coming true.
As I yielded to the ache of releasing you
To your new life, I trusted us to come
Back to a new place, as we so often did.
Created a mortal tear in the universe.
As I surrendered to the news, I
Crumpled to the floor to weep until
For the moment
Could weep no more.
Contemplating the lyricism of
Losing two purple poems in
In memoriam of Ira “Skip” Singer, a dear friend.