Dear Gwen

Casey Clyde

Today was a dark day
and to it I say:
Good Riddance.
No more waiting for tomorrow
or its brass beams of light.
Dear Gwen, thanks for the thoughts
but I’ll be alright.

We curled up in the
empty corners of our
neighborhood at night,
and you told me that time
is a fire so we’re left
sifting through ash.
…did you mean that?

These lonely days I think
of you to say:
Goodbye.
Someday in the light maybe
our minds will meet.
Dear Gwen, are you still out there
in the rivers and streets?

We sat alone under the
wind and watched as
the winnowing came,
and you said we will all
be lifted from the damp
soil and into the sky.
…that is truly alive.

I’ll tunnel to a lighter day
to hear you say:
Welcome.
Time is coming and no-
body will be spared.
Dear Gwen, you go ahead
and I will meet you there.