I can feel you
all around me;
you are the constant breeze
making subtle noises on the entire backyard.
Dead pine needles the same
color as your hair hang
surrounded by the green,
"Let me sing and I'm happy,"
the Ervin Berlin cover is played by
the one-man act on the guitar.
I watch your son, a grown man,
a loved grandfather, reminisce,
We miss you and wished you would have remembered us your last years,
but I know there are benefits to not having to say goodbye.
I didn't know the real you well, but being with you today was closure.
A "goodbye" is only temporary.