My
words taste of you,
singing
your scent into my dreams
until
my all is you and me
again.
Last
spring, I rained
morning
after morning…
and
at night
summer
scorched your absence
into
my skin.
I
await the fall,
when
October thins
all
barriers,
and
you can feel me, still
loving you through the veil.
“Til Death We Do Part”, by Michelle Kennedy
-
written for anyone whose love was claimed by death too soon. On Halloween, the
veil between life and death is at its thinnest. So, reach out… remind them that
your love will never die.
- for Poets and Storytellers United--Friday Writings #100: El Día de Muertos.
