One June

Each calendar day

deserves to feel

as rich as the moment

an empty month turns over.

I wish we could rewind all your days

to when you were still in them.

We hold your lost hope.

What did feeling free feel like,

free of this much sorrow?

In some ways we can never be free

while missing you.

Hold the space with us,

little squares undone.

My friend says when we give

the mind vast space,

it settles down.