When That Day Comes - April 18, 2025

our life together has been

a long walk on a long road

never had to cross the Sahara

or climb Mr. Everest, though

so many lovely dances

of the sun and moon for

the orchestra of seasons

moments of the journey

now traffic in the memory

small talk as we near

the fork in the road

a short goodbye

and turn away

then me, again

alone on the road

grief is the borrowed scarf

I’ll wear to keep walking