Five months and counting

since I’ve heard your voice

my ears strain to remember

The phone rings

it jolts me every time  

for I think its you

I can recall your choice of words

as if I’m hearing them now

can I be sure because it’s been so long

The evenings are difficult

with long stretches of deafness

for I hear nothing but silence

My mind drifts

as I wade into the warm waters

of memories and words shared

I feel your absence

it weighs on me

like a chain mail tunic

The passage of time

is a misfortune

I must learn to accept

Five months since you died

it seems like forever

and yet it feels so raw and new

Tonight under a huge moon

I walk the garden

and wonder can you see it too

Coming indoors I stand before the mirror

the moonlight has not graced me

I look tired and worn

Standing before this mirror I see I’m lost

I’m a shadow of my old self

tarnished as the silver backing of this old mirror

Turning out the lights

I fall into the familiar silence

and swim in the warm waters of my memory