After his death....

If I just stretch out my arms a little more…
There’s a light
And I can reach it.

It’s just this torment that sits
Like a vulture in my stomach
Poised for my attention
For me to listen,
Aching to find
Its place;
Lost as a wary beam of dust
That doesn’t know
Where to land
Caught in the rift
Of an aimless drift

And I can’t look,
Not now.

I know its darkness….
And the despair that harbors in the depths.
That’s where I’ll find
The one who left
Who died
Who might only linger

In the light I long to reach.