thinking about my Mom

Does the light carry on

Past the point I cannot see?

Fragmented, fractured

Scattered into oblivion

There but not there.

Like a memory of you

Fading from sight

Faint echoes in the night

Just glimpses now

Of what had been whole

Without whom I would not be

Without whom I can’t imagine I’d be

Wondering if the light goes on

Wondering what I cannot see

All that’s left is the missing.