Free Spirit

 His death
                        An accident or fate?
                        Substance became surreal.

No wind      
                       Time stopped awhile, somewhere I heard a bell peal
                       Bereavement surrounds me, all seemed distant and late.

A loud clamor

                      The window lay
                      Unbroken on the kitchen tile
                      Had a phantom blown it
                      Out of its frame?

My thoughts confused and afraid

                      Overpowering my doubts
                      Unplanned words took form
                      I heard:

                                                    "Goodbye
                                                            I came back to say, ...No tears,
                                                            Keep faith, stay strong, and with
                                                            Courage endure the events of
                                                            Approaching years.

                                                            Don't forget me
                                                            Or the times we shared.
                                                            I couldn't leave
                                                            Without telling you I cared."

The stillness left the room
With an incandescent glare.
Outside the breeze took shape and direction.
I put the window back in its frame
And signed the relief of benediction.

                                         © Gay Reiser Cannon * All Rights Reserved

This was written about someone who died while
we were dating long ago; it is a true account.
I was alone, and the evening was still, hot, humid.