Tread Softly

Tread softly

when you leave from my life,

so silently, I almost don’t hear you slip away.

And please, close the door behind you.

Shut it firmly, lock it behind you,

so it cannot be opened again.

From time to time,

your absence will be noticed,

when my heart whispers your name,

when my arms reach for you during the night.

Yet we both know, even while here with me,

your spirit was always elsewhere,

dancing on the wind, not to be constrained.

So as you leave, I ask you to tread softly,

leave the pieces of me behind.

I will pick them up, eventually,

and create a new mosaic.

(7-28-15)