sage

There was sage

At 4 am

I smelled it burning

through the vents

When the house was silent

and blanketed in shadows.

There was sage

when you passed

filling up my nostrils

conjuring my spirit

to say farewell to yours.

There was sage

smoke lingering in my lungs

like your embrace.

Now I’m left to wonder,

if there’s any embers of you left.

I wrote this the day I lost a loved one. I smelled sage all morning before I learned that they had passed like a little message that they were moving on peacefully.

The universe always has something to tell us.