Has gone and left me without directions
on how and where to find her.
I miss her uncanny presence and her life force
that vibrated like a butterfly still inside a caterpillar.
The mere sound of her calling my name was always
a harbinger of music to come.
I can still hear the sound of tambourines,
cymbals and drums as she danced madly
across the kitchen floor.
You ought to be in pictures was all I could say.
Life with my wife was a holiday every day of the week.
Her life was a dream that never should have ended.
I am lost without her.