First Poem After Death

Transformed 

and so my journey

goes

(minus one)

i have not composed a

poem

since that fatal 

Christmas eve

when beauty touched

grief

i went to prose and 

poured out 

a soul

tortured

agonized and

sorrowful

howling

gasping 

pain 

rushed to

become words

i tried to grasp 

divinity among her

absence

now a month later

the grave did not

consume 

me

i did not run

savored the pain

an unwelcomed 

roommate 

waiting for eviction

i did it

my promises kept

to her

made a decade ago 

in that cancer ward

among our sobs 

knowing death was coming 

a faint aura

forty years ago

a faithless

wanderer became

faithful

devoted

unwavering in a love

so big

so tremendous

so breathtaking

it transformed

him

that crazy smitten lover

and all who knew

this magnificent woman 

called

Sabine.