Cpws Come, and Cows Go, but the BULL goes on forever.

Got caught up in memories and felt the urge to write poetry. So here's a new poem. I also shared this on my tumbler, vmures.tumblr.com (so if you see it there, that's also me)

CW: grief

In the Golden Afternoon

Eleven years gone and still
the golden light of late summer
brings me back to you.

No calendar is needed to mark the time.
My body, it remembers
you and me and cold drinks on the porch
memories shared
smoke winding drifting away on the wind
music and silence
the days growing ever shorter
as I watched you fade.

August faded into September
and you faded from your body
with us sleeping nearby.

We had a rocky start
and you left your fair share of scars
But you taught me
the power of a true apology
that life may not be fair
but kindness is almost always worth it.

So I watch the light shift
summer to autumn and breathe.

Every year, I breathe
through the memories of that long goodbye
grateful for those last moments
and so proud of the man you had become
of the dad you grew to be.