Ninety-five.

Since you left,
I have seen a great blue heron take flight
each day, from the window of the train.
I am still brave, but forgive me,
I could not have anticipated
this space.

Ninety-four.

I was always the one
to quickly grasp the concept of
permanency
and her opposite.

Tonight I will sleep
and tomorrow I will wake
and I will remember
that this has happened.

This has happened.