August 31 at 50

And now you are gone again,
this moment on this day……gone
for almost as long as I knew you.

Imagine!

every formative year countered
in near equal measure for each one apart,
every lockstep moment faded
by the passing of tides and time,
until I become you.

Until I become you
in that standstill moment—
this age, this midway —
your celebration then
as familiar as my yesterday

now a present, now mine
to walk without impression.

Poem ©2016, by Jen Payne, daughter of Henry C. Payne.