I still look
Even knowing
The leaving took place
No shadows remain
Doubt is there:
Did it really happen or
Were sleep and dreams
Playing a trick on me
Peek around the corner
Just curiously
Nothing there
Only fleeting memories
The light is low
I had to know
Everything that was
Is now out of sight
I hear the wind and
Dry leaves that rustle
It is difficult to
Pull my eyes away from
What I don’t see
The absence is mystifying
I find myself looking
Not seeing
Waiting for a while
I listen
The wind may murmur
A few remembrances
I’ll remain for them
Then walk away
Knowing
Stanski
November 15, 2022, ^
Steve Haarman 