Your Calladium are sprouting now...

A spring night
on the Lanai.
You dying.
Defining our sense of the light
Wondering if and where
there's an after-life
and if either of us will make it there
and what it might be like.

You'll be leaving soon.
No more you.
Me again only,
choked with emotion,
hoping to see you soon
somewhere
on some other plane,
hear your voice
and see you waving
as I pass through the gate