I felt the sun
it warmed my face
as it edged past
my blinds

I strecthed my arms
my memory of you
still fresh

Panic !!
Horrified I ran,
skipped across
the room

Where you there?

I loved
your goofy smile
twiggy arms
and witch like nose

What came first
the window
or
my head?

but here we stand in loss

I see now
only a footprint
of your presence
of what
we once had

your clothes
an echo of
our memory
now cast among
a scatter of
debris

My fingers blue
but I breathed
life into you

Clothed you
hugged you
my warmth
a crystal eternity

"or so I thought"

Must I wait
for you
AGAIN
another year
for your return

Or will i be too old
to play this game
when
you return

this write...delights...

Of course, happy Harry

Never too old.... my powdered white angel lives long in my heart. Her demise warmed my flesh ~ to remind, to treasure yesteryear. To build again with the fresh, mouth wide open to catch, to taste the mana from on high.

Keep the ball rolling