Grace

You were supposed to be here Among the merry and music Seated next to my perfumed shoulder Holding my hand as we said Grace My partner A part of the mix Mixing up the moments of here and now With the links of yesterday Braiding a bracelet to wear tomorrow And now I have but sorrow Deep as any well And to hell with those who say "Move On" For it was your touch guiding steps I had imagined my love Wickedly warming to your heart Able to reach inside the dark corners And drag you into the sunlight Not kicking and screaming But joyous and thankful For being seen as only you You...who was just enough for me To be gladdened Grateful And looking forward to a future We would feast upon I suppose I shall ask For a different kind of Grace When seated in my solitude Starved by the hand That once fed me so well And poorly promised I would never hunger again