Poetic Reflection on Loss and Connection

Like a duck taking flight from the stakes,

your voice.

Timid, bewildered, indecisive,

I hear it.

And you are as beautiful as

a rainbow.

Colorful and about to leave,

I see.

And beneath the rain, I am

a traveler.

I have to take

the wet road.

Every day when I first arrive, I see him here at the front of the line.

We give him his milk.

Then we give it to our customers, to those waiting.

So we're all like a family here.

Every day, we make deliveries with this little friend of ours.

Who's at the very front of the line?

This cat. Then there's a lady after him.

So the cat is first in line.

Since the cat has tasted the milk, it moves to the front.

And when the milkman comes, he gives the cat priority first.

Then he starts with

the next friend.

If I speak,

my tears will

drown me.

I know,

I hear,

I see.

I can't speak.

On this evening

of separation, you

Don't think my silence means anything.

I can't speak.