I see you in the things that surround me

The things I notice when I have closed my eyes

The morning and the night

That’s all it is

I would like to think that death is not something that happens

That allows you to go somewhere new

But it simply closes your eyes

And as you rest and lay you become more aware of your other senses

When I close my eyes, I hear you,

In the birds that call in the mornings of spring,

The bees that fly in the summer suns,

In the outdoor cats having their last taste of freedom in Autumn,

In the doe that lay in winter, galloping along with the highways, like someone who knew you chasing after your car as you just kept driving away.

When I close my eyes, I feel you,

In the crisp and dry air of the winter the hint of moisture from the day before, 

rain that turned to snow, 

Ice coating to better the feeling

Slipping, and sliding, 

Reminding me, of you.

The eve of spring.

I feel you in the eves of spring.

The air still dry and arid 

But the leaves have defrosted

And though it is barren, a new season of death will grow over it all!

I can feel you as I walk barefoot in the grass 

the chunks of dirt that have frozen from the time that has past 

heating up from my body heat, until I sink. 

I can taste you in the earthy herbs that grow in my garden.

The produce it produces,

I feel connected to you in some way, 

I don’t know how, but some days, 

I feel you within feelings.

And I smile peacefully knowing that you are safe.