Sugar, NMN, January 28, 1947-February 13, 2006

When I wake in the early morning light
Body leaden, opposed to getting up
I want to call you, and hear "you ain't right,"
"honey, sugar," to fill the empty cup
Then I pull the covers tightly around
My eyes, into the dark night of my soul
And weep again on that which wasn't found
Until you had left and I could see whole
Then grieve my fear which kept me from being
Present, to that which is and will be, now.
The stories from a past, nebulous rings
Which take over and to which I do bow.

But if in time I recall, what a friend
I had in you, I know there is no end.