No Good Byes: To Ric Masten, June 20, 1929 – May 9, 2008
By Nancie M. Brown, Jan. 12, 2009
I loved you the way carrots are crunchy
I loved you the way cat’s purr
Without effort or explanation
I loved you how I know that spring has come
Without seeing a calendar.
And I love you now
The way I carry the sight of August’s
Perseid’s star showers blazing
Even though it is day.
I miss you now the way trees are bare in winter
I miss you now like labor pain coming in the night.
So I’m keeping my promise to you now:
As you lay dying in your dim “cave”
Bedroom’s black curtains drawn closed
Your bed, your bier.
“Keep me here”, you said
Placing your hand over my heart
“No good byes” I said and you
Looking straight at me - Yes.
Yes. Only say, “Until next time.”
No good byes. No good byes!
You are here now
In my heart and
In the hearts of
So many who loved you
No good byes dear friend.
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By Nancie M. Brown, Jan. 12, 2009
I loved you the way carrots are crunchy
I loved you the way cat’s purr
Without effort or explanation
I loved you how I know that spring has come
Without seeing a calendar.
And I love you now
The way I carry the sight of August’s
Perseid’s star showers blazing
Even though it is day.
I miss you now the way trees are bare in winter
I miss you now like labor pain coming in the night.
So I’m keeping my promise to you now:
As you lay dying in your dim “cave”
Bedroom’s black curtains drawn closed
Your bed, your bier.
“Keep me here”, you said
Placing your hand over my heart
“No good byes” I said and you
Looking straight at me - Yes.
Yes. Only say, “Until next time.”
No good byes. No good byes!
You are here now
In my heart and
In the hearts of
So many who loved you
No good byes dear friend.
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