To the friend I never knew.
Yesterday was full of sun,
a song of birds and new leaves,
gold dandelion-wash swept the green,
a marten acrobated squirrel fashion
through the trees.
I spoke to children,
checked in, checked up,
wrote and cooked.
I walked while sun sunned
and ladybirds studded the panes
of open windows.
I didn’t know that a piece had gone
from the pattern, a small star fallen.
Perhaps the sparrowhawk shrieked it
or the rowdy jays, but I didn’t hear
your last breath fade and float,
a whisp of the past drifting free.