It all started with
The cave by the beach,
Just south of home,
Carved into the cliff,
Where I used to bring my secrets,
Where I grieved in secret,
Loved in secret.
The safest, most painful place.
I wish you could have been my secret there.
These places have accumulated over time.
The grass below the rose garden
Where we’d lay on our backs and watch the summer clouds.
The meditation garden in the grotto,
Where I witnessed God within my heart.
And then there’s your home.
My safest place I never knew.
The strength of the red rim, nestling the town below in its expansive arms.
Sitting in the water of the stream, kissing your face, while the dragonflies buzz about.
Soaking up the hot summer sun on our bare chests and backs and legs.
The beading drops of cool water refreshing us under the heat of a sunny day, running off us.
Light glinting from our blue-green eyes, consuming one another’s souls.
The silence of the gravesite, where my best friend lies.
Where just the memory of your presence there soothes me, just knowing you met him in your home towns, including me.
Surrounded by succulents and lizards.
Surrounded by birds and dragonflies.
The family cat and its rodent prey.
Surrounded by your loving family, sitting in your family home, watching the sunset.
Smiling. Home. Safe. Loved.
Summer gods on sunny days.