Tuesday

It was not sleep; we knew what sleep was.
It was not rest; we saw no rejuvenation.
It was a sudden drifting, a slight flutter of air
that means blink now.
No longer obeying commands, we felt that shift
from then to now.
Your light floated upward--
we strained to see the flight
from one world to another.
Our eyes lost that shape--
we saw no more, but
we knew that now
you were speaking to them and
no longer speaking to us.