Vial #2 8.14.22

alone together we walk along, we plod and trod

upwards          

    and      

                        onwards

alone in harmony with our thoughts and God

an unspoken weight rests across our backs

as we feel incomplete, off balanced

distressed

but we walk along as if it’s all the same

yet our spirits are somber, our cadence changed

 

we reach the ridge and the mountains unfold

their names and stories left untold

as we sit in our silence, soak serenity in

the veils between us start to thin

we remember the woman we owe ourselves to

who climbed these peaks and saw these hues

of green and gray and blue and brown

she loved it here and with that profound 

thought, I take the vial and scatter her ashes

and pieces of her come back in flashes,

her laugh, her smile and adventurous soul, 

without her here with us we just aren’t quite whole