Teardrops fill my pen, ink on paper remembering when.
Nearly once round the sun, since you left us life undone.
Road weary life force unwound, unbreakable bond unbound.
You unmoored from a lonely chair, yet fighting still for air.
Me unmoored from all I thought. All I knew, I trusted, I bought.
Nearly once round the sun, ink on paper holds the one.
Teardrops fill my pen, when does now become then.
The time when again we meet, sand moving softly under feet.
Two men. One God. Fully present, heart and soul.
Two and One. Healed and bound. Fully loved, finally whole.
