I never ask about him.
The shadows begin to recede
and the silence becomes peaceful.
I am only a little curious now.
Perhaps it’s assumed I forget,
as I never ask about him.
I have not of course forgotten,
but I give him scant space in my mind
and the shadows begin to recede.
The love of family and friends
is a nourishment. So are the trees.
The silence becomes peaceful.
(A cascade poem, as seen on Poetic Asides)