Things we can’t rehearsal for…
The world has been through so much since we’ve met
Each person in the circle became wider and went further
The cups of tea, sometimes, were cold
And the lumps of sugar, sometimes, grew mold
But there was something, that’s for sure, in that smile
And in the guts you had to sustain the heaviness
Of yourself, of others…
And there was an ephemerality.
Just like the flame of a lighter that vanishes
After setting a rope on fire.
We’re gathered by your burning absence
And by the candles to make your steps a little clearer.