I saw you the other day,
actually, every other day,
and the days in between.
Seems like forever,
since yesterday,
the month before,
years ago.
I wonder always,
why you had to go away,
we had to say good bye,
the reasons if only we knew.
Truth is wild,
you told me so,
I struggled
you waned
we each in a silent manner,
kept holding on to what
no longer could be.
I saw you the other day,
the sky was crisp
with a sunny winter sheen,
I remembered,
could you?