A flash of pictures

   A whisper heard on the
wind. The whistling of the leaves. Tiny
flashes of pictures dance across my
memory.

   Fading fast. Holding tight. Remembering
what is left. Not completely forgetting
the last words spoken.

   Oh such cruelty. Honesty and
cynical. Retracing steps, conversations
that lead up to final words.

   My eyes close trying to erase
the bitterness that followed. I try so
hard to stop the tears. Still they fall
as rapidly as the melting snow into
the river.

   To hope, someday, I can explain.
Hold you tight and laugh together,
hearty. One more day I step closer
to you.

   A loss of a friend, a sibling.
My emotions so low. My thoughts, memories
replaying our history. I laugh at
the good times and strive to keep face
forward in the moment that I last saw
you.

  I hope you chose well and
one day I will again share my joy
with you. Until then I just
remember your face in the cool,
midnight sky.