Passing

The moment comes.  It touches softly in the night resting on her lips.  The moment passes like rising smoke from the embers of dwindling coal.  The fog of thoughts roll through my mind, I am lost in disbelief.  Voices cloud my ears with condolences passing from my mind as though they are absent of understanding.  Everything and nothing happens at once and overwhelming accumulation of emptiness.  I would mutter why if my throat wasn't heavy grief, I kneel there saying nothing, squinting without tears to cry.  I collapse with you my dear to go on without living.