Michael Anthony

Adieu

I haven’t thought much about her ashes

since she’s been gone. Grief, as I’ve known it,

never needed a physical place to take up residence

But I’m worried about the ashes now

as we try and make our peace

with dispersing the dust of what is left behind

How will I know which ashes were there on my first day of school?

Which ones listened to me when I needed to share my troubles?

Maybe I’ll be able to make out those that were part of her smile…

All I can know for certain is that love

is where the ashes and dust came from

and love will place them over the welcoming sea,

along the November coast where she would want to be