Even As I Hold You

Even As I Hold You
Alice Walker

Even as I hold you
I think of you as someone gone
far, far away. Your eyes the color
of pennies in a bowl of dark honey
bringing sweet light to someone else
your black hair slipping through my fingers
is the flash of your head going
around a corner
your smile, breaking before me,
the flippant last turn
of a revolving door,
emptying you out, changed,
away from me.

Even as I hold you
I am letting go.

… Thanks for the comments on the last entry. I thought I might share this one too which I find very beautiful, though sad. I will post a happy poem soon! :-)