Between the feeling
and the fact...

Once soulmates
now each its own...

As impermanent
as the human state...

Let me linger for a while
to bask in the shadow of your smile...

Poem cello wake
a woman who has never loved...

Every thing has its time
its own reason and rhyme...

Life, what is it at any rate
the proverbial stage...

Your passing
gives me heady release...

A day vanishes
from the calendar...

Windswept remains
of a wasted summer...

Sickness in my soul
in the pit of my guts...

Screw cancer
work of the devil...