it turns out that this last grief is surprisingly gentle
not the raging denial of diagnosis
not my clumsy pleading for the sound of your voice
not the aching, inexorable fall of your silence
not my horror at your frailty
nor my bereftness of knowing your mind
this last grief is gentle
veiled by the vision of your wholeness
quiet in the knowledge of your completion
this last grief is only mine
i'll see you later
Until then, know only Joy.
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