Poem: Shade

burned or buried
—unknown, but either way—
too soon you left
so short your life’s set

Are you laughing with Phil tonight?
Old studio stories
Old foes forgotten
—perhaps forgiven?—
and have you forgiven me
for walking away
while still needed
for support I couldn’t give

and maybe I’ll forgive myself
another rainy night
another glimpsed flash
of walking in the driving
rain