my is –

interrupted –

fades into the vastness of was.

replaced,

perhaps,

be it ever so briefly,

by yet another is…

when yesterday was today,

surreptitiously culled from could be,

to become,

you and that version-of-the-day me,

did interact.

now I find your is – no more.

and realizing my inability to continue my journey with you,

into your was,

makes me pause…

how apropos – on such a day as this;

Hummingbirds and Seraphim’s!

and as your you ascends from the tomb of could not,

the universe itself is moved to tears –

so softly the summer rain falls…