Repine (for Molly)

in a few hours

the birds will be singing their song—

your song—

floating on the wind with

a little less vigor than before.

the love you gave,

the love you made

imprinted on hearts, on this world

on people you knew and

people you’d never met

flowing out of that song

that laughter your friends will hear in

quiet corners of their mind when they remember

all you are.

we’re not wired for this.

grief, loss

anger

all the things that run counter to

the very fabric of you

juxtaposed against the way your love

ameliorated the world around you;

the way your voice would

rise

and

fall;

ebb

and

flow;

the way music heals all

but somehow not where we need

the healing the most.

Rest, love.

sink into your peace knowing that this morning—

every morning…

the birds will carry this legacy on.