Oct 19 2005
I Go
I Go
by Sander Roscoe Wolff ©
This moment expands,
Stretching out beyond my knowing.
Your hands hold my head as
Your tears touch me.
I comfort you in your grief,
Smile gently to ease your loss,
And do not speak of the pain that
Rends us.
Alone now, the cool breeze
Lifts me and I go.
I do not cast my mind back to
What was, nor ahead to what
Could be.
This moment expands,
Stretching out beyond my knowing.