I haven’t forgotten you know
those others the ones I thought
I could live without whose every
bough and twig I recall even now
even this far away or this close.
I remember still the way they had
that protective way that
had they spoken would have
comforted me much as my mother’s
voice did once in another life.
I left them, too, as I had her but
looked back often wishing I hadn’t
and now they’re all gone she them
and all I have left are the shadows
that fall before me