brown glass fragrance bottle beside white pearl bracelets

I chose the yellowed white pearls your hands crafted as a gift

your art, my memory forever entwined.

Now on the morning drive west

the pink gold sun

rising slow behind me

this gift says goodbyes to me.

Your death was from my art undone.

I am sorry.

There is more care than orders scripted or procedures done

more than the fatigue of so much hurt.

I chose the yellowed white pearls

in memory awakened to a daily becoming

not fading

burning off the haze of dawn.