FOR VICKY

Love is suffering when you don’t get what you want.
You see?

That’s how this feels.

I think you knew this,
intuited from some lesson in life,
early on.

All this yearning,
always leaves us bereft,
when what we wanted is gone.

You possessed wisdom, doled out gently,
A suggestion,
A possible path,
Something to think about,
If not now,
maybe later.

Always with your heart
attuned to our better nature

“You know Michael, you could…”

That little library,
possessed of so much hope.

To be with you
was to feel better about the possibilities.

Even though it is hard,
it may be worth doing.

Thank you for what you did.
The world is better, we are better
For having spent this time here with you in it.

Rest now,
Assured,
We will carry on.