I never knew that she had vanished within herself,
that fear had become her master;
My lady of sunlight suffering so to be gracious, not to reveal her pain.
I didn’t see the flashes of red and blue,
as they slipped through the petal-less flowers,
or midnight sky dressed in formal attire.
I didn’t hear the moon riding on
a wet black horse; I could not believe it to be true,
When the music flattened
to a single deadline, everyone swayed,
held in by the sounds of exodus;
because in that second, though we
could not bear to hold you, was the entrance to the afterlife
opened; everlasting sunshine where you now reside.
When the music flattened,
I didn’t hear the moon riding
with the flashes of red and blue.
No-one told me, but somehow I knew.
I wish that I could have said that I love you, once last time.
Author Notes: I'm not the best writer, nor am I seeking critical reflection; I needed to send something about her out into the world.
The use of the word -Exodus- is symbolic of the piece of her that left all the people that she encountered; she was so loving.