Parting Ways

Have you noticed that

the days are getting shorter,

my dear, and today

is a bit grayer than yesterday?

Sadly, and within this fear

encouraging me

to ask who have I become,

and who you will be,

it foretells that our paths,

and that, with no ill will,

will soon separate us.

But if there is one hope,

one wish,

with all my heart,

it is this:

that you throw

your hands in the air,

and let love fly

free from your heart,

as you did in your youth,

sitting in the pile of leaves

that your dad

just raked in the yard.

And you tossed them

so very high into that

blue sky, above laughing

with outstretched arms.

Then floating down

around you,

one landed on your head,

balanced there for a

hyperbolic moment

where time was still,

saying “I love you.”