It’s the wrong day

to die

This day this fine day

Of starting

plans & songs & seeds

and yet

She left on

this fine day


as if she didn’t want to disturb me

(or couldn’t) and

I, here with

that empty

not knowing

could I have– why not?


this day

this fine day

of first bees to first flowers

when you go


you have ended.





In memory of Gladys, 2012-2015–three years of companionship, almost to the day.

Copyright 2015, Lori Fontanes