Post Mortem (last bit on the screen)

There you were, climbing
I saw your faraway look ~
You scattered the silence out of reach
You took the punctured leaves
and breached the golden beach
Too late to find the carpet
as we ran to catch the green sunset.

The days behind me are a hazy summer
distilled in your absence ~
A melting emergence of unified being.

I count the days
stroking your absence.