DAYS LIKE THIS

Somedays, it seems like
There was never a death
Never, a place to be returned to
Or filled up or searched, never
A tomb to be mourned in the
natural earth

Only white misty dreams 
Like an old film, now found
Played there on old reels
Devoid of all sound

For on days like today
You are not there, but here, and
On days like today
Your love comforts my tears

Marion Price 10/1/21