crisp winter air
blows through the backyard gate
I have been standing,
sweater-ed  arms crossed,
waiting for you, you're late.

my tears slide quietly
onto the sleeve at my chest
we were supposed to be together
today, at noon, after your morning test

they say you never noticed
the car as it hit you
walking in the parking lot
red hat all askew...

We waited with the pastor,
saying goodbye, I felt alone
the words on your headstone,
goodbye and welcome home.