They spoke of crossing over. The nebulous abyss where flesh meets ellipsis where all is suspended yet worlds create a spectrum of connected mind.
Do you miss them?
I do, I said. And I know for I have lost many.
Brought down in candlelight clean white hospital sheets silent drip padded sneakers of nurses in the hall.
I care for dusty remnants fresh flowers moss covered stone. Urns and ashes dates and places to remind me
they have left