Seeking solace.
Denied,
by the noise
in, but not of,
my head.
Resonance…
from remnants
of a life,
short, lived and…
Lost.
Revisiting the river
of my grief
as time flows by
never-ending ripples…
of Loss.
Immersed,
I stare
at your sentinel tree.
Knowing,
YOU are sentinel for me.
