Remembered

He
With a clarinet voice in June
On a lone sun day sang his joy us tune
What a gift was he

Me
On a journey that won’t end soon
Thru windows without strings calling the moon
He’ll remember me

He Is

Big thoughts as the sky
Calm hand on my thigh
Unafraid to tell why
Looks into my eyes
Myself I’d deny
Takes me where he flies
Not you

He was always his own
On loan
And less of a rock than a stone

She these reasons unknown
Bemoaned
Existing on scraps and on bones

Now with learned heart grown
Wounds sewn
She lives in the no-holds-barred zone