Like drops of rain
your temporary presence is
sliding away in moments
reflected in your eyes.
I ache with holding the love
and the loss to come
while we dance in this final day.
What is there to say
that we have not already lived?
The moment will soon arrive
a storm inside me
words a jumble on my tongue
there is no good way to watch you
walk back to your other life.
© Ali Grimshaw 2016
flashlight batteries - Ali Grimshaw 
there is no good way to watch you
walk back to your other life.
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Goodness gracious that is lovely… and bittersweet. Today, you remind me to hold love – every day. Dance – every day.
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Thank you for continuing to read and share your response. I love hearing your experience of my words.
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