Life happens.
Change happens.
I know that. I get it.
I understand the circle of life
the winds of time
the torture of the temporary.

I just thought
like the tree out back
you’d be there for me
as long as could be.
I thought we’d have as much to see
in the future
as we had history.

Or
I didn’t think it
so much as believe.
Had I spent time knowing
I could lose you, Manuela,
I would have treated you better
tickled you more
righted you when you go turned around.

I wish I had done more when I could
sweet girl.
Now, I can do nothing
but raise eyes heavenward
and miss you.