Remembering . . .

A Pebble, Smooth 

and Worn

I watched you cross that bridge

without me.

Holding your hand,

whispering love

and love

and memories

(all of them good)

to carry along 

like a pebble, 

smooth and worn,

in a pocket.

All my love

all my heart

all my soul

longed to guide you

longed to smooth your way

longed to tell you

I’d be by your side

forever.

But I guess we always knew

you’d go alone.

You took the last step

without me.

My brother,

my friend,

my heart .