Mourning

this face
was my touching
one last time
drawing
sculpting
with my fingers
the soft lines
of years of care
for me
and me for you

a face that holds
which
I do
and
do not know

the eyes now closed
as I had to let you go
tho you are with me
and I you

this keeps you here
I sit. talk, smile, weep, share
as joyful as
in sorrow

is that twilight of death
enveloping you
or your lifting through
to its’ luminescent field

where you go
matters not
for
always you are me
and
I you