It was written in the clouds.
In the sway of the grasses. The chirp of the birds.
In the grasshopper in the kitchen I scooped up
to put outside. It was all there.
I saw it. Payed attention. Even when I did not want to.
I was present in all the right moments.
At every twist and turn. Dying a bit to detach again as it was
excruciating to watch.
All the while, the echo of pay attention
hummed in my mind. So attention I did pay.
Always. Feeling the flutter of the butterfly wings
as she passed by. Embracing the breeze as it
caressed its way past me.
I watched. I waited. Stayed as present as I was meant to be.
You departed. I saw it. Felt it. Like a twitch.
Here. Then gone. No more goodbyes.
No more heartache or cries. You departed for the last time.
Going out with the drama you so embraced.
I thought I would not cry as tears streamed down my face.
Goodbye
This is one of those pieces that took on a life of it’s own. I have not lost anyone recently.
I debated on posting it, but I felt it was one I wanted to share. I did not want anyone reading to think I had lost someone. All is well here.
To anyone who maybe grieving the loss of a loved one, I send my humble blessings for you to find comfort.
Love and blessings, đź’• Carrie
