on an old graveyard, I found you again
after we lost you in January
the sun on my face, the gravestones shining
names and numbers, years, lived, and ended
love and loss, permeating the air, shimmering
and you in the midst of it all
with me, wherever I go
the oldest source of my life
beloved
when spring approaches
and leaf buds rush into bloom
we can only watch, time standing still
the moment of change, a stillness of becoming
forever out of grasp