Finger Tip Away (A Love Poem For One Dead)

dreaming I climbed my mountain, only to find you had been there before.
dust on steps bore your prints we’d come from opposite paths unseen,
grief lost me in its crevices its twisting labyrinthine ways, a cathartic maze.

do you believe in after life? stepping out our earthly shell, peeling off the past, expanding,
distances are not measured in time but stars, are we but the lavender dreams of Gods?

so every step I take I think I will reach you but you are a finger tip away, so waking to tears on my pillow, I live out another empty day.