Before she passed, Sara blew-up balloons for my birthday. Today I release
the rubbery knots, breathe her in deeply, never again to exhale.
Before she passed, Sara drew faces on misted mirrors, that reappear
with each new shower, progressively fading away.
Before she passed, Sara said simply I love you.
Chagall 2017
Alphabet City 
Beautiful . . .
Much appreciated, D’Fire. —CC
Touchingly poignant and beautiful, Carlos…
Thank you, Betty. My heart has been in that space as of late. Melancholia pretty much everywhere. It will pass. —CC
I’m so sorry, Carlos – that space is very familiar to me. It sounds as though condolences are in order…. Sending empathy, my friend.
Thank you, Betty. Please know that I do recognize your loss and have hesitated to extend similar sentiments for fear of potentially sounding trite or insincere, but it is always in my head. best —CC
Never fear sounding trite or insincere. I know that you are always authentic, that your poetry and comments come from your heart. As for what you’re going through I haven’t wanted to pry, but for any loss you’ve faced I send my deep sympathy.
Thank you, Betty. And I certainly feel likewise concerning your authenticity and sincerity. It is good knowing you in this virtual space of ours. —CC
And good to know you too here, Carlos. 🌻