When the Sky Cries – the poem

for James and Yoska – two souls I once almost knew

When the sky cries,
I remember you—
not as you were,
but as you whispered through
song, stone,
and silence.

A face half-seen.
A name passed gently
from one heartbeat to the next.
Was it real?
Was it dream?

Does it matter?

Because something in me
still carries your half of the world—
the polished truth tucked in my palm,
the unsent words,
the shared story
we never quite got to finish.

The sky cries,
and I laugh through the tears,
because it’s so like you
to ride the wind
and bring Fleetwood Mac as your calling card.

You always did like entrances.

So I’ll keep your stone beside me,
until mine joins yours
beneath root or sea or stardust.
Until time folds,
and memory becomes meeting.

Until then,
when the sky cries—
I will listen.
And remember.
And know
you were here.

Rooted and Wild, TG