If you send for me I will come
I reached an isolated clearing that revealed your last moment. And in the gloom it was that I gathered the fading light to illuminate and hold you close to my saddened face. It burnt cold and in it I saw how you imagined me and how I imagined you.
Within you is a light and within the light an expanse of black.
Light filled with black.
Light is the present. Black is nothing.
The moment you would slip away no matter how tightly I held on.
The light and black of your slowly fading form.
Lloyd Pereira 2016