Nine Months Not a birth, but a death. 275 days since you left this earth-- Spread your wings And flew away. No longer a mortal being But a being of a different nature. One that I trust is close by Just not close enough to touch. Much sadness, fear, loneliness And a desire to follow you have Inundated my thoughts. Many nights I was close to surrendering. But I am still here In this different world. 'The new normal' they call it, Alas there is nothing normal about it. My heart still aches, My spirit is still distressed. My being still yearns for your touch And for our souls to be reunited. Mo anam cara, always. Thank you.