Torch

I miss your neck and your gait

And your sharing what you write

Miss you walking through the front door

Documentaries in your hand

Miss traveling our traveling

And your fun and charming friends

Miss our baser getaways

And you watch you love my dogs

One step one prayer

I soldier on

Stimulating moving on

I miss your warmth and the thought

Of us bringing up our kids

And the part of you that was with your stick-tied handkerchief