Lift me up, Kim:
Lift me up, Katie.
Levitate me above my sorrow.

Tie me with your spirit ropes
and pull me beyond
my damaged, dying roots.
Break my decaying grasp
on this dimmed earth.

Elevate my crushed soul
from the battered stub of my psyche;
Raise me from this moaning chasm
that has become my life.

Lift me up, Kim,
again to your warm bosom;
to that last night
of vibrant, open love
and make it last forever.

I want to take you
to our secret places
and kiss you there.

I want to see you again
leave our bed in the morning;
I want the birds to sing brightly
as they did before.

I want to finish our plans;
to feel your strong partnership,
to enjoy the confidence
your powerful femininity granted me.

I want our Christmas back;
You left your precious ornaments
scattered through my life;
I can not bear to handle them:
they are too fragile in my mind.

I miss the laughter in the house,
the noise in the kitchen,
the phone ringing for you,
your splash in the tub.

Katie:
Carry me to our moon in the sky;
bring me to where you are
and hug my weak legs.

I want to fly
to the clouds we looked through.
I want to find you there,
safe and with life in your limbs.

I want to hear your voice again
speaking words you had no chance to learn.
I want to teach you.
I want to share this wonderful world.

I feel you, my sweet baby,
in every flower I smell.
I see you bringing me tulips
from our garden.

So many times I look around
wanting to see you run toward me.
Your tiny life has given me
a universe of love.
I want to kiss your fresh, soft cheek
and thank you sweetly.