Beyond these silver linings
the day holds tight to the horizon,
unwilling to let go.
Its own volition is to remain
free from night's gaze
the many eyes the opaque watchers
over a transparent sea
of limitless light and silence,
like that day you left us.
One single elusive syllable
that first was uttered
was your one name to me.
I still call out to you, awake
in the night, that one single name
that no one else will ever take.
That moment at your wake
still plays each day in my mind.
The sound of wave on rocks.
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