A poem

I held you in my arms 
as you passed from this world
but you never passed
and you were never of this world.
 
I never for one moment 
felt the loss of your presence, 
for I never felt the loss of my own.
Yet only one presence remains.
 
One.
 
I held you in my arms 
as you passed from this world
but you never passed
and you were never of this world. 

Jeff Foster

Thank you, NIshkala, for sending it!