I cannot help but grieve the death of brilliance.
Something is tethered to my heart
and won’t let go, you pull
that string with you into the unknown never.
I cannot follow it.
Teacher, will you hold me in your heart?
To be held is not to live forever, but to follow,
fearless, the ones who go before.
My comfort is this: to breathe through the tears.
Although I see the unknown stretch before me,
still the empty blackness of your eyes,
the unknown always,
is wrapped around this frightened rabbit like a shawl,
heart beating fast.
still, my darling, sweetheart, shhh…”