The day of your funeral
And the  next
A butcher bird came
To visit on the verandah

It perched quietly
And ate bread from my hand

On the third day I waited
Feeling foolish
Wondering if it was some sign
Or connection to you
I could still hold
Its absence was like a little loss

People tell me they
See you in dreams
And you are somewhere
Happy and at peace
I envy their certainty
and their happily ever after

For me you are gone
Except in memory