Dina

How can you leave?
You came into my life,
A quiet ocean ripple
a gentle rising tide…

My mind often
wandering
below the surface…
I never realized
what light you were
giving me.

How did it all happen?
When did you become
so much a part of my world
that I’m feeling
torn and bereft
knowing how far
you’re going?

Life has given me
treasured guides
to keep me on
a brighter path.
You are one.
How can you leave
with the job
far from done?

July 14, 1983