You came from sunsets

on the Atlantic, ribbons

of yellow and rose,

and dawns, icy creams.

I saw them in your eyes, be-

ginnings and endings.

You show me pity,

not the deep shadows of self-

pity, the pure thing.

You lay your head down

on my knee before leaving,

angel of my grief.

Rising and falling,

love colors all I can do

with or without you.