I tried to hold you
But your name was written in moonlight.
It slipped through my fingers
Even as I reached to grasp it.
Wind took my breath away.

You shattered like fine china,
Trampled back to sand
By those who should have cared the most.

Emotions pale; only a husk remains—
A name carved on marble.

We soldier on, busy with the busy-ness of life
The eternal is too cumbersome
For transient moments.

Yet our lives intersect:
We the living, you the dead.
I trace your memory in light,
Dress it in shadows,
Animate it with breath.

Change is changeless.
You have left us.

Published in Poems