Goodbye Eyes

If I could have listened I might have heard.. Death hurts only for those of us left behind..
Clinging to things ungraspable, now gone yet
At ease are the ones moving on that don't bother to mind.
She said wordlessly with a look of peace
Unlike a mask upon her face
Rather a state of mind that permeated the room
Allowing calm contentment and serenity to sweep  any snippets of concern out the door as if with a soft bristled broom...
And so I sat as slender frail fingers outstretched silently asking for my hand to join her's at her side
And my quivering voice sang in her stead as she lay there in bed, both grateful she had at least once been my bride.

And so I sang.. softly, trembling yet as steady as I could, I shook just like the birch leaves wavering in a brisk foretelling autumn breeze.
And I cried as tears one making way for the next together forming rivulets down my weathered cheeks, caressing my knee to spatter upon the wood floor beneath my feet.

Yet amidst all of this letting go, this anguish mixed with visions of emptiness to come, there stood still, in the middle, something else. It was at the core of it all, nearly concealed by the expectations of grief which if allowed, would steal any comfort as if a thief sneaking off into the moonless night.
Yet as it was, the mist in my eyes began to settle, the well began to dry, the warmth of an unseen sun slowly spread inside my bones. I met her gaze with my eyes, she peered right through mine and we reveled in the moment knowing in each other we'd found home...