The Good Man
On Love Gained, Love Lost, and Love That Never Dies
I still see him, almost every day.
One warm morning, the sun just rising
A redbird calls outside my window
And I hear him whistle
The way he did another morning
Just to show me he knew
The song of the redbird, too.
And then he’d smiled.
And when I go to the river, I see him
Sitting on the edge of the boulder
That separates land from the shore
And makes it an island in the river.
“I can’t jump that far,” he’d said
“And neither can you.”
Then he’d laughed
Because I’d tried, anyway.
And he was right, I couldn’t
Jump that far either.
I landed in the water, then walked
Through the small rivulet of water
And onto the island in wet shoes.
We hear the hidden laughter
Of children, at the far end
Of the island, and he smiles.
He always loved the sound
Of children’s laughter
So, he’d climbed down from the boulder
Removed his shoes and waded
Across the shallow stream
“You shouldn’t have dragged me
So far into the wilderness,” he’d said
I’d shrugged a smile and he’d laughed.
And listen to the water.
It’s always quiet there,
And he’s always at my side.
But we walked to the end
Of the island and sat in the sun
On a broad granite boulder at the water’s edge.
We stayed there for hours
Listened to the birds and watched
Children play in the river, and
Jump from rock to rock.
In late afternoon, we left
And found an easier way
To cross back to shore.
I still go to that island often
And I sit on that same boulder
On the river’s edge at the end of the island
Alone now, but never alone.
Because I know he’s there, smiling
At the children’s laughter
And not laughing at me,
For landing in the water,
But smiling.
Now I sit on the deck
In the evenings, after work, and
Watch the sun set over the lake
Behind the house.
But never in the rockers on the porch
Where we used to sit
In the foolishness of youth, planning
Our future, thinking we’d grow old
Together.
With the late-day sun warm on my face
A soft breeze lifts my hair and I turn to him
And start to say
“This is beautiful, isn’t it?”
But I think it instead, because
I know he is there, beside me
Smiling at the dreams we had.
A good man never truly dies.
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About the Creator
Blaine Coleman
I enjoy a quiet retirement with my life partner and our three dogs.
It is the little joys in life that matter.
I write fiction and some nonfiction.
A student of life, the flow of the Tao leads me on this plane of existence.
Spirit is Life.
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