Through glazed eyes
gaussian blur 4.5...

Your passing
gives me heady release...

Life, what is it at any rate
the proverbial stage...

Every thing has its time
its own reason and rhyme...

Poem cello wake
a woman who has never loved...

Let me linger for a while
to bask in the shadow of your smile...

As impermanent
as the human state...

Once soulmates
now each its own...

Weekly ritual in my balcony
continuing with my moonlighting story...

Between the feeling
and the fact...

Just into the first year
and it means nothing...

A steady numbing ache
throbbing in the region...